An Old Little Boy

I find myself living in life’s strange place;
an anteroom to the kingdom above;
although basking in God’s saving grace;
I’m too old for someone to love.

I can feel love in the sunshine of a smile;
in the heat of the sun’s warm embrace;
tho I can only feel that warmth for a while;
not seeing love in a woman’s face.

Kindness abounds; everywhere that I go;
many share kind words with me;
whether it be sunshine, rain, or snow;
their love was not meant to be.

I’m still alive; able to climb life’s mountains;
with a lifetime of wisdom; within;
but, I no longer drink from love’s fountains;
not even knowing where to begin.

My body has aged; a dilapidated house;
and my memories are just so-so;
no longer seen fit for a passionate spouse;
tho my passions continue to grow.

It seems I’ve reverted to my life as a child;
meant only to be seen; not heard;
from the passions of love; I’ve been exiled;
and my love; misunderstood.

I dream every day of the love I miss;
a passionate hug; I’d really enjoy;
I can only dream of a passionate kiss;
I’ve become just an old little boy

Monty 8/5/24. # 2,253