Beyond Middle Age
As one that has always loved women;
as one that has always admired girls
then, as becoming older, women,
so often I have wondered of their thoughts
when gazed upon by first boys
then later in life by men
and now, beyond middle age...?
I must admit,
I have always been,
when first younger,
and now older,
I have always been one
to look upon and so admire the
beauty of a passing, when younger, girl
and now, as I am older, the retained beauty
of an older woman.
And still I wonder how this passing woman
must feel when at one time,
when in her youth she was gazed upon
with wishful longing, but now,
when beyond middle age,
when now the admiring looks of men no longer come.
When once, annoyed by the looks of men,
this woman may have drawn her sweater tightly about her
or her jacket closer side to side.
But now, when beyond middle age,
does this once youthfully beautiful woman miss
the admiring looks of the opposite sex?
As for me,
as for this older man,
as for this old man I still look longingly
at this older woman,
this older woman who has retained the
shadow of her once youthful beauty
and can, in my thoughts, imagine the
beauty of this woman in the days of her youth,
and so often I will approach with a smile
and a gently, sincerely said,
“You look lovely today,”
then the smile upon the face of this
once youthful beauty, brightening,
would remove the years of this
beyond middle aged woman.