As the moments flit by,
With inadequate ease,
With the women in perspective,
And the bodies do tease.
And I sit and I greet,
The oncoming fool;
But foolish I be,
If I wish to stay cool.
For to laugh is to tickle,
And to josh is to mirth,
Yet some pain be a suffer,
For to anguish was birth.
Beautifully expressed. I can feel the sadness within. Linda