When I
was a young man
I chased them
by the score.
They were fast,
young
and lean.
Conquest
was my aim,
seduction
was the game.
Procreation,
I was playing
with biology’s rules.
I cared
very little
about much more.
They were young
soft
and smooth
yet firm
all the same.
No wrinkles
could be found
on these young
goddess.
My hormones
run amok,
logic and caring
little found.
Notches in the belt
was all that mattered.
As I grew older
my demeanor
changed,
became seasoned
with age.
The shallowness
of hormon
drenched youth
was replaced.
The women
slowed down
and wrinkles
could now be
found.
But
I saw something
different now,
something I did not see before.
The eyes,
it was in the
eyes
that I knew.
Like me
getting old,
mortality
taking hold.
We
are all
on the same path
leading
to an end.
The journey
was the same,
the fear
and the pain
all the same,
in fact
kindred spirits
were we.
The sexes no different
in this respect.
The beauty
that can now be found
in the eyes,
the smile
and the sound.
The beauty inside
is what my
maturity found,
I grew to appreciate
a woman,
for all the universe
is in her heart.
