Woman

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 04, 2016

When I was a young man I chased them by the score.
They were fast, young and lean.
Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game.
Procreation, I was playing with biology's rules. 
I cared very little about much more.
They were young soft and smooth yet firm all the same.
No wrinkles could be found on these young goddess.
My hormones run amok, logic and caring little found.
Notches in the belt was all that mattered.
As I grew older my demeanor changed, became seasoned with age. The shallowness of hormon drenched youth was replaced. The women slowed down and wrinkles could now be found. But I saw something different now, something I did not see before. The eyes, it was in the eyes that I knew. Like me getting old, mortality taking hold. 
We are all on the same path leading to an end. The journey was the same, the fear and the pain all the same, in fact kindred spirits were we. The sexes no different in this respect. The beauty that can now be found in the eyes, the smile and the sound. The beauty inside is what my maturity found, I grew to appreciate a woman, for all the universe is in her heart.

 

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Christopher Russon commented:
good poem.
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 20, 2017 at 3:48pm
.......JG you simply matured.....and learned how to respect a woman....just like me....

 

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