All Grown Up, Yet Linger Still

Lust settles like dust upon the weary traveler,
so far removed from that era of life,
when self-gratification comes second
to more spiritual plights,
to values and honesty that care not
for the intricacies of physical intimacy,
but reach for the soul, in heart and sight,
to know and love more completely.

When fantasy and driven need recedes,
the wake of lust’s dying embers
is a calming and reflective sea,
unstirred by hormone shrills and frantic spills,
but a sentient conclusion and in self an ease,
to accept the cycles that mother has instilled,
to further our generations,
our lives carried on in years to come.

Tis a sad consideration of a once virility, yet
I have failed no-one, five children
to carry on my name,
and I, here to watch them extend their own lives
with generations adding to the chain,
and so I rest my once steel sperm,
to know I have learned to be a man,
and brought life in my reflection.

Old but with still a heart,
lingering in the aftermath of love’s embrace,
I long some for that memory of youth,
yet know tis now not my truth,
and I reside in my intellectual dreams,
where seeking truth is better than
what it seemed back then, when
clouds were as high as my expectations.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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