By
Francis Chidavaenzi
Menopause!
Men-o-pause
Men oppose
The woman’s lustre now lacking
Her body systems their bags now packing
For more love and attention she starts begging
The party is over now
The bottles have run dry
Through the window romance flies
No more monthly drippings of that red wine
The music has stopped
How hard it is to play loose strings
Of an aged cracky love’s guitar
The show is over now
On stage the performers bow
And the curtain comes down
The curves and all flesh to gravity bow
Like a flag raised halfway
In mourning of a fallen hero!
© F. Chidavaenzi, 2011.
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