I like you naked next to me
Even though i’m fifty three
I like your lips, I like your hair
But Best of all I like you bare.
Thats it I’m finished with sinning
It was a mistake from beginning
That bite of the apple did for me
I’m out of the garden don’t you see
I tried to tell him Eve led me astray
But God said no be on your way
So thats it I’m out, its all gone wrong
because of a woman I was tempted along
But on reflection, Eden’s tame
I like some fun and Lilith is game
I’m off with her, God can whistle
He’d only come out with another epistle
Leave him his Eden, we’ll find somewhere new
A place for sinning, just me & you.
Your eyes are sublime
But they’re not in line
One looks east the other west
Im not quite sure which one is best
but the thing that I like most of all
Is that you are extremely tall
And of course that you are happy
even when I’m being crappy
and as for me I think I’m shallow
a little bit soft like a soggy marsh-mallow
love is blind thats what I’ve heard
but frankly this is just absurd
For loving is a fine pastime
When goofy eyes speak love to mine.
Oh my God am I really fifty three?
a mistake, an error it cannot be.
Last thing I remember was the big four-0
Thirteen years where did they go?
Fuck it I ain’t doing it just you see
Botox , implants, monkey glands for me
I’m not going quietly, bollocks to that
A receding hair line, so I will wear a hat.
Hair dye, massage, yoga to,
any old ship in a port will do.
If all else fails then I have a plan
Lie about my age and be a younger man.
Growing gracefully old? it simply wont do
I’m off to the parlour to get a tattoo.
But oh my God I am fifty three
& despite the years I’m plain old me.
Just you wait and watch down the line
I will be a splendid fellow at fifty nine
At seventy if I make it that far
I may decide to learn the guitar
at Eight-two if I make it to then
learn Japanese & the art of Zen
At ninety two I will take up trapeze
and visit the Congo to spot chimpanzees
At ninety three I will take a train
Siberia,Murmansk and back again
At ninety four to Salvador
For carnival, caprinhias and a whole lot more
And when at last I reach a ton
Look back at my years remember the fun.
Then off to shangri-la I’ll go
Trapsing through the mountain snow
To find a monk in a temple there
to teach me buddhism and tantric prayer
Each beginning has an end of that I’m sure
Just reincarnate and come back for more
Maybe a camel or a scorpion me
or a lazy sloth who hangs in a tree
You don’t chose your body its a gift you see
Just living the way you were meant to be
Life is a gift from where I’m not sure
But the thing about life is you always want more.
empty of meaning,
absence of feeling,
taste of it rotten
better a new tale
old one felt stale
Where there’s no you
how do you leave a lover?
One step first and then another.