Another Birthday

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!

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