I Too Loved Once

We don't look at youngsters holding hands
Or passionately licking each other's lips
And marvel how deeply in love they are
Whilst despising an old geezer around
What eats them is just a disease sweet
Wafted by wind of time
They will soon take paths different
When the storm appears.

Some girls shouldn't seriously be taken
By men socially insecure
They are like a poor flag
Blown either way by wind
But too selective in consumption

See
My people
See
Girls of my age
outdo themselves
They send our fathers into graves
With long-distance bedroom marathons
Craving for their fat pension packages!

But
Is it the content of a man's pockets
or how far he wander on Earth
that tether women round him
like a cow to a tree?
The recipe of genuine love
that nourishes lovebirds till sunset
boasts of ingredients
we fail to grasp!

So I found solace communing with the bottle--
The only comrade who'll never fail man
and reduce him into firewood
To be picked by women to warm their cold thighs
and be dumped like a napkin!
Accuse not the bottle thus
for cutting my craving for bearded meat;
Accuse not the bottle thus
for breaking down my engine
I too loved once
But she whom my heart danced for
Vanished like morning virginity, upon seeing the sun.

Put not your eyes on me thus
and commune in whispers;
Suppressing not your laughter
There is no pride in back-biting man--
Rain-beaten all his life
due to another's undoing
I too loved once
But she whom my heart danced for
Vanished like morning virginity, upon seeing the sun. 

(c) wafula p'khisa