Forgive the one who fathered you
To humble love though love's not through
When chaste young dame finds you too old
To carry on a tender fold
What keeps desire inclined too long
While embers of the heart prolong
To style and pose a love yet bold
And lady's sense you're late to mold
Demure is she yet smart her heart
Lay waste this gent and pull apart
Just leave this fool to pool his tears
And smother in his world of fears
Should one as old invite such wrath
Infringing gamely on youth's path
To fantasize beyond his years
With dreams of glory not of jeers
Still damsel fair must steel her tears
And listen to her purblind peers
And conjure up as much she can
To simply say "Good Bye Old Man"
Copyright 2002 William M. Kuzmiak
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