Perhaps he might have loved with more passion <br />And lived more dangerously than he does now, <br />If he’d remembered youth was a passing fad. <br /> <br />Suddenly, abruptly without warning the years have passed <br />The rising sap of younger days flows less <br />Like a torrent … more like a trickling stream. <br /> <br />Still he gazes upon her and the others <br />With no less desire than he did before, <br />Wanting to add them to his cerebral harem.. <br /> <br />So he is forced into wondering if the <br />Prey, the object of his still real desire <br />Once chased then caught would be easily satisfied. <br /> <br />For those most fair in face and form <br />Are now too demanding in word and deed <br />For one like him to hope to keep. <br /> <br />Yes his flattery brings a sparkle to eyes <br />A smile of thanks to soft red lips <br />Yet now they seldom cling or follow him. <br /> <br />Though once there was a time an era <br />When these angels of beauty plotted to possess <br />As they themselves wanted him to own them. <br /> <br />Now free of passions from within and without <br />Searching, no wanting the rekindling of those desires <br />He awaits the sleep whose awakening brings renewal. <br /> <br />Would that the opiate might be swallowed now <br />To hasten this slumber that brings the reincarnation <br />And with it the sheer wonder of youth!<br /><br />Jones Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-might-have-loved/
