Arising at the crack of dawn,

Looking to get some,

Thinking how fun my youth was,

Fantasizing just doesn’t cut it,

The best I get now is an occasional yawn…

With so many pills,

A sex drive it just does kill,

At others I look but mostly I just about mill,

Seems to me that in my youth I had all my fill…

So I guess the closest I’ve of late come,

Is never any more to get me some,

Smile if last night you got to experience aplomb,

For the closest I get anymore,

Is the crack of dawn…