Young women are so beautiful
they're wasted on young men
who can't appreciate in full
the wonder of the miracle
of slender bodies, tender skin.

Or that's the age old fantasy
dreamed up by older men
who feel they're losing energy
and know the sad reality
of paunchy bodies, sagging skin.

If nature's scheme of things still held,
the drive of younger men,
whose strength and vigour's always excelled
their elders' waning lust, would meld
virility with love within

harmonious marriages to make
the raising of new children
more important than some aged rake's
insemination bolstering fake
machismo. Though, still, women

can't resist the tempt of wealth
with fame not even when
they risk their future children's health
conceived by mutant sperm in stealth
caressing withered, wrinkled skin.

And what's the psychological stress
on any child who time and again
must realise that their dad is less
a father when the other kids guess
he's the grand-dad? Bear it and grin?