Couldn’t get a date in high school.
Now I am old and
my third wife thinks I am
too sexy for my own safety.
Probably wondering how that all happened.
Call me Man Candy.
Call me a Trophy Husband.
Senior Sex Machine.
Don’t care.
Call me names.
Pin a label on me.
I.
Am.
Not.
Ashamed.
About time.
Remember once I mentioned –
I can be so insecure sometimes –
just how damn attractive I am
(following rare visit to Wal-Mart)
and she says, so understanding
but, honey, that’s your job.
She was right.
So, I work out, do the chores
and try to stay out of jail
and the hospital.
I can do that.
Now I am old.