Having lost the vigour
to produce seeds,
To send out blossom and
give out shoots and leaves,
With the stem turning
senseless in due course,
A tree still feels the
pulse of lust and life
With its roots being
active to the earth.
Having lost the vigour
to impregnate,
To keep counts and
volume from falling,
With the stem losing its
power in aging,
A man still feels the
pulse of life and lust
With his thoughts
responsive to women.
05.09.2012
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