Over the years
Decades in distance
When his wily ways
Were caught by resistance
His thoughts
Were of women,
Wine and then song
But now
He can't be bothered
To do anything wrong
His strut is now a shuffle
Aided by a sharp cane
His choice of menu
Is regarded as plain
Razzamatazz
Is superseded
By an afternoon nap
Outrageous attire
By an ordinary cap
A man of business
And property too
Now he can hardly
Lace up a shoe
But still the eyes sparkle
In the old familiar way
His demeanour is weakened
But he's incorrigible in his way
Still incurably romantic
Some say a lothario on the side
Thinks nothing of giving
In to womanly wiles
They see in his eye
A young man of prime
Adventure, heroics
A full bodied vintage wine
