The sun came up again today I hear;

It’s hard to tell sometimes, obscured by cloud

In March. But year after relentless year

It comes. Another number on this proud

But aging body, bent but not so old

That woman mine can’t re-ignite the flame

Of raging fire in loins that, sometimes cold,

Can heat to loving touch. There is no shame

In periodic failure at a time

When some cannot get rise when duty calls.

While medication helps some in that climb

To passion, these old bones still scale those walls.

She stands behind just now with candle bright

And whispers, “Now!” To bed! To you, GOOD night!