Never Had Waited Poem by Randy McClave

I know that we are both a decade or so to late
Now I wonder, were you worth the wait,
You are not the same woman as you were way back then
Now you are chased by only me, and not by a company of men.

I remember the times before when you wore a short skirt
With your legs you enjoyed to tease and flirt,
But, now you wear pants or a very long dress
You seem not to care to attract, or even to impress.

I now finally have the nerve to ask you to be my lover
You tell me that you can't, because you are now a grandmother,
You then smile and give me a wink as though negotiating a deal
Now I wonder, do you still have that same old sexual appeal.

Like a fine cheese or wine you must wait for it to mature
To get that deserving taste, which is tastier and more pure,
But, unlike cheese and fine wine we do not get much better with years
We now have promises and commitments, and a tub full of fears.

You tell me that you are now fat and not really that pretty
Now it seems to me that you don't want my winks, but only my pity,
You now also enjoy to contradict and also to complain
Especially about your looks, and your every little ache and pain.

I still think about that woman in a very short skirt and high heels
And all of my past wishes and fantasies and ideals,
I no longer see a fine wine, I now see beer and a glass of water
Now, I wonder as I think, maybe I am not too old for your adult daughter.

You once fought like a tiger, now you just let your problems pass
Now you're forgiving, no longer do you have that vigor and sass,
Once upon a time to me you seemed to be exciting and x-rated
How I wish, that we never had waited.

Randy L. McClave