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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2191368
Alas and alack! The inescapable realities of growing older and being a lovelorn bachelor.
I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of mannish beauty, brawn and thews,
as of a Greek god in his peerless prime,
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Desire!...how do I most long for
your renewal (in my now forlorn life)
of me for the fair virgins of folklore—
whose maidenhood can quench my lustful strife!
      Now in the fall of my increasing years,
      I have lost youth and love as old age nears.
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