The seasoned one has value
Dear,
I can’t play
The youngsters played,
The play of romance,
The play of hides and seeks
And the play of abandonment.
Dear,
I still can play
The youngsters failed,
The play of passion,
The play of care and concern
And the play of enrichment.
That is why
You, half my age,
At your middle age,
Still find in me repose,
Still find in me sway and solace
And seek the sex fulfillment.
20.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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