Tell me, friend: how old are you?
(Twenty-one? Thirty-two?)
What do you think of men like me?
(Forty-five? Sixty-three?)

Remember, please, that some "old farts"
have faces older than their hearts
Before you scorn them, be aware
that there's a young man trapped in there.

It costs you nothing to be kind;
look past the body to the mind.
And think, too, on this irony:
as I was you, you will be me.

 From: The Poems of Dorien Grey available at http://www.glbpubs.com