Daily missive breaks into the weekend Saturday the 14th of February.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Saturday the 14th of February.

What is it you see
When you look at me?
Every line that age
Has drawn upon my face,
The naked skin
That shines, upon my head.
And hairs that grow
Everywhere but the place
I want them to be.
Even though I keep in trim,
Without a paunch to speak of,
Gravity has its way.
And the tautness
Of my stomach
Has long since gone.
Unless with muscles tensed
And carrying an awareness
Of my pose,
The remnants
Of a six pack still holds
Old man’s pear shape
At bay.
I still remember,
What you said
When we met
All those years ago.
Much to my dismay.
And disbelief,
I had the body of David,
By Michael Angelo.

But now my derriere
Is long since wasted
I laugh at that comparison.
Even though
You still hold
It to be true.
I don’t know,
What did I ever do
To deserve such
A wondrous thing as you?
When your beauty
Remains unsullied,
By whatever life
Has thrown your way.
And in your radiance
I can but claim
To bathe.
Dismissing your
Assertion
That your best days
Are behind you.
We laugh at such
Foolish notions,
As age related products,
Oils and potions,

And remember,
With every passing year,
Even as elasticity,
And capacity
For staying awake diminishes,
Real love is for all time.
It is without rhyme,
Or reason.
Not just a Valentine
Fit for today,
But a forever friend
And lover,
Like no other.
Today, tomorrow
And with every passing year
The memories grow longer
And the love,
Just keeps on growing,
Stronger and stronger.