In a moment of sobriety
I realize I am much to old
For a relationship with this flirtatious young woman.
Much too old,
In fact,
To pursue romance with her mother.
Even a bit too old and infirm
To date her grandmother,
Surprisingly spry for her age.
Sick of sobriety
I retreat into my illusions
And late afternoon naps.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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