Naked in body and soul
Feeling lifeless at times.
Wondering what the morrow
Will bring and hopeing it is new.
Too many days seem to be the same,
Just another blip on the calendar.
Mark off each day as it ends
With a big X to blot it out.
I can't seem to give in
To the idolitry of the day.
Years occupied with sex,
Hoping it will never end.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane