When I was young and in my prime <br /> I could make love at any time <br />But now I ‘m growing old and weak <br /> I only manage twice a week. <br /> <br />My lady’s not as old as me <br />but she accepts quite readily <br />My thrusting days of youth are gone <br /> although the urge still lingers on. <br /> <br />She knows I do the best I can <br /> like any other loving man. <br /> She says it’s quite sufficient <br /> that she is happy and content <br /> <br /> and so am I to tell the truth. <br />I lack the energy of youth. <br />To me a source of manly pride <br />to know my Lady’s satisfied. <br /> <br />My lady’s always telling me <br /> There is no reason she can see <br /> to doubt my capability. <br />Whilst she is smiling wickedly. <br /> <br />3-Feb-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quality-not-quantity-for-my-lady-irene/
