Now that I am old, I like men my age.

I did not like men my age when I was young. 

Young men are each others’ enemy.

Combative, competitive, feisty, horny.

I was all those things,

and so were my friends.

We drank and bloodied ourselves.

We raced, we crashed, we bellowed.

I like men my age, now that I am old.

We meet, strangers, and grin knowing looks 

at each other.  We are kith.  We know.

We were there, once, and we know. 

Now we talk unbidden, of life.

Spontaneously we utter what we have learned

to each other, and laugh. 

No blood, no fights, no roaring.

Men my age, I like them now that I am old.