You gave, you ran to it, you ran from it,
Not struggling with angst and pain anymore, age is
Your new paramour…easier to embrace, and you
Don’t care much anymore who comes
To your door….freeing you to be.
You had a bit of fun, it was a good run
In years gone by. A smile for all, but something lingers
In your shell.
It’s not like you need another …
Had a few trysts under the quilts and covers
With some like a dove
Flying high but just getting by, while growing older,
Others were an ember that always smoldered
Even when long over.
It no longer needs to be a dream
That sends you a lover,
Just look around and see what you discover,
Always closer than you think, if you want
To make that link to her bare shoulders.
It’s never too late to board that feeling.
It’s never too late to stop growing toward
Her instead of reeling away, still the coward.
The thought keeps you peeling back layers
Of your day, fantasied feelings a reach away.
To love your first HER, and love another
If you want to bother.
Never too late to sway.
Never too late to escape your day
Never too late to go out
And play if you feel dull and gray.