9th November 2013

Sonnet 7

   
You've played out our sex life by cell phone light,

Paid for some short attention from it's eye,

Homaged young exotics bought to your sight -

Pulled off small morning glory majesty.

But now we've climbed that steep-up heavenly hill,

It's mortgage endowment measures your age,

The same fore-duteous nag waiting still

For that  promised big world cruise pilgrimage.

Let's sell the midlife crisis two seat car,

Forget feeble prostate threat for today;

We don't need to tell junior where we are -

Give him the house , he'll look the other way.

     Maybe alone we'll find ahem high noon,

     Some unlooked on peace  - Sayonara son!