Some Love

After 53 years

I still cry tears

I still fall in love

I still improve


My art with a kiss

My heart with bliss

My hands massage

Kids from the garage


Kids from the grave

Kids who slave

At study or Labor

Still show me favor


How can I complain

When I love like rain

Falls all over the land

On my head on my hand


On my breast on my shoes

Kisses arrive like foreign news

Mouths suck my cock

Boys wish me good luck


How long can I last

Such love gone past

So much to come

Till I get dumb


Rarer and rarer

Boys give me favor

Older and older

Love grows bolder


Sweeter and sweeter

Wrinkled like water

My skin still trembles

My fingers nimble