In Memoriam Of Before Poem by shimon weinroth

I got old, doesn't mean
My juices stopped flowing
True, it doesn't happen
As often as before

Or as much as I would like
I still have those thoughts
That nag and urge, budge
Drive itch and thrive

Don't count me out
Or put me to pasture
My memories are as keen as before
My hormones are still talented

Wanting perhaps even more
I'm told to act my age
Hide those drives
True I'm not as streamlined

Though some times I might prefer
A sleep a snore, I love to pet and fondle
And be caressed as it was
In days of yore