You'll see if you will look a game
that puts the onus on the blame.
As women age, they leave the frame
of all convention's kosher aim.
They the recall their younger years
with jubilance and morbid fears.
Thus, with their senses (mainly ears)
they resurrect what now appears
to be the motherhood arrears,
young boys, with pimples even drugs
some have a history as thugs,
they've been inside and now get hugs
and sleep beneath expensive rugs.
You wonder whether mothers crave
a boy who seems so fresh and brave,
no, they aren't looking for a slave
nor for a Remington close shave.
They only wish to dump behind
their early days, from their own mind.
Thus, they are itching to unwind
from daily living, from the grind.
Fear not, my readers, they are blind
for life itself is never kind.
The craving never could restore
or open up that dance hall door,
man is a hapless omnivore
and life, once past, it is no more.
so much life , so much human and so much truth ...life's wheel doesnt tun ba ckwards ..quite a heartwarming piece