NO PORSCHE FOR HIM!
When left to his own devises,
He thought he had a mid-life crisis…
His red Porsche went
With the money all spent,
On higher living-cost prices.
Realized he was no longer young
And had to hold his tongue…
Find its own truth,
Not wanting his older wisdom.
The man was really shocked
At the age of his cultural clock…
What youngsters found keen
He thought crass and mean,
He wouldn’t buy ANY of that stock!
At heart he couldn’t have an affair,
He didn’t want to hurt his wife there…
Even if he would
With no guarantee he “could”,
The price was too much to bear.
He’ll just have to write poetry,
And deal with it artistically…
Somehow he’ll get through
With the same woman too,
The attainment of “youth” isn’t free!
(Dedicated to my friend, ‘Becca, who thinks SHE’S OLD–NOT!!!)