“BOYS TO MEN”

 When young, we boys discover how we are         

                                        hung!

                     Much to the dismay of our Mums!

                         Where did my baby boy go?

                         What’s left, cannot be him?!

              We find, oh what fun we can have with 

                                certain parts,

                Cannot let mom find out, she wouldn’t

                                        understand!

                not that I understand totally either,

                                                but…

                Oh what fun we have, day and night, . every 

                     available chance we take advantage,

                Be the time wrong or right, we play with gusto,

                                sometimes all night!

                When we are older & that ability seems to falter,

              We cry the blues and wonder where it went,

              Is it old age? The medications I am on? What?

              Nature has this all in reverse, I believe!

              It would seem when we’re young and don’t need  

                 to feel better, this “fun” is not necessary!

              But when we’re older & we need to feel better,

              This “fun” should “come” without fetter…

                                                        (ed)