I don’t do love
because I’m too old.
I don’t do love,
because I’m too cold.
The want for life
and love is gone.
I’m much too tired
to carry on.
If old is cold
and lust’s a must,
then what is bold,
and what is just?
I’m just too old
and far too tired
to be so bold
or be inspired.
Sally Plumb