Widowed at sixty four, it took two years
for me to realise my predicament.
My wife had not seemed old being wrapped
in memory and out of focus since
so close. Sex was less passion than comfort;
companionship was everything.
But, single again, the dying embers
of desire are fanned by youthful beauty
everywhere - taut skin, white smiles, slim bodies -
while women of my own age seem so old
or else, if well preserved, ooze vanity.
So should I board the Russian bridal train
or join the batchelors of Bangkok,
court a little Thai or Philipino,
seducing some young woman with western wealth ?
There is a catch. Young women need young men
to give them babies and to bring those up.
What sort of woman trades a family life
for wrinkled riches ? There you have it.
Any young woman prepared to partner me
is not the kind of girl I want to see.
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