Woman

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.

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