Two To Tango Poem by Donald Chance

I still think those thoughts
what a young man thinks
the sex drive is still there
well, the desire anyway.
Funny how the shift becomes
something un-natural once older
but it isn't.
My body disgusting to view
no redeeming features left
and smells from trapped air
becomes moisture tainted
emanating from below.
No hair, no teeth
weak eyes and hearing,
a slight tremor and shot knees.
Yeah, I'm a great catch.
Still we wait and think
what once was;
remember that in passing us by.