Ages of Love
I am a young man in love,
In an old man’s body.
In love with an ageing woman,
Who is a young girl inside.
To find spring in autumn,
And blossoming as leaves fall,
Ripens fruit in my life
That summer never bore.
I see you run to me
As desperately as I need you,
The grey hairs no hindrance
To the young girl shining through.
Copyright ©2003 Tony Crisp