We all wear as we age <br />it's the nature of things <br />like a bird in a cage <br />with no use for his wings <br />as our schmuck gathers rust <br />and all vulvas go dry <br />something big bites the dust <br />and we never ask why. <br />We must fight the old blues <br />lest a teardropp soon falls <br />it is use it or lose <br />keep an eye on your balls.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-clich-poem/
