D I R T Y O L D M A N
By Paul l. Glaze
Every Man Is A Dirty Old Man
As He Always Does What He Can.
He Lives His Life In Many Stages.
But This Varies With His Ages.
With The Passing Of Youthful Years,
He Sheds All Of His Childhood Fears.
Becoming Outward, Strong, And Bold.
He Gains A Studs Complete Control.
His Twenties Are His Greatest Age.
Women Endure His Ruthless Rampage.
He Issues Countless Fond Caresses.
Of Many Triumphs, He Now Confesses.
His Thirties Are Also Very Strong.
He Cares Not From Right And Wrong
Love Is Always For Him To Make
Women Are Merely His Slaves To Take
His Forties Bring A Different Story
He Is Now Losing His Greatest Glory.
His Body Is Showing Its Wear And Tear.
There Is Little Left Now To Compare.
The Fifties Bring On Sins Of Sadness
Sorrows Now Replace His Gladness
His Glory Is Now A Dream Of The Past
He Is Slipping, Slowing, And Fading Fast.
The Sixties Are A Pathetic Shame
He Played Until The En Of The Game
His Superman's Life , Now Is Over
Youth Is Lost Beneath Limpid Clover
His Seventies Are Severely Bland
For This Once Proud, Dirty Old Man
It Is Now Even Hard To Remember
The Months Of January And December.
His Life Has Come To Its Bitter End.
His Tombstone Writing Does Harshly Blend.
To Heaven Or Hell, We Now Gladly Send,
This Soul Of A Flirty, Dirty, Old Man.
