Long In The Tooth

There is no approval left to seek

No desires left to sate

No stone left unturned

Or fiery fetish left unburned

You are alone

With yourself

To your bone

Your no-one else

The hungers dissipated

To find your place

In the mirror situated

Is your true face

Oh please mama

Should I mourn?

Oh please mama

Where is my scorn?

Son you are older

And still alive

Son you are older

And still you breathe

Don’t be guilty

There’s no turning back

Don’t be guilty

There’s no turning back

You are whole

As a man becomes

You are lucid

As the lucky become

You will lose things

You will still fear

You will miss things

Things you hold dear

It is the grey

In you beard

It is the wrinkle

Under the eye

Its neither blessing

Or curse

It is never better

Or never worse

Only years passing

Only years gone by

Times never lasting

Son don’t you cry

Mama I see your beauty

Mama I see your youth

As we both growing weary

And long in tooth

Gene G. McLaughlin 2006