mid-life crisis

Forbidden Fruits

Poem I wrote one lunchtime last week, hopefully self-explanatory.

Forbidden Fruits

Today as I was walking through the city

I was struck by the total hotness

Of the young girls walking up and down

In their late teens, early twenties

The time nature brings it all together

Into a moment of fleeting perfection

Like flowers bursting from buds

So beautiful you almost want to weep


I am old enough to be their father

Maybe even grandfather, shock horror

Does that mean I should feel guilty

About finding them beautiful?

They seemed to me as lovely and life-affirming

As Mendelssohn’s Octet

The first time ever I heard it

Though my hearing has since dimmed

My appreciation of Mendelssohn hasn’t

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