I trot this out whenever this argument comes up (er...arises?) whatever
For the two Susies and my local rebel:
In Praise of The Older Man
Don't get me wrong,
I love them all,
short and tall...
in ties and suits
or just blue jeans,
or nothing please!
It used to be the pretty boys
who always turned my head---
then one day I noticed
that they loved themselves instead!
So give me now the gentle man--
the one that's learned through time,
acquiring taste for finer things--
a palette for fine wine.
I love the silken silver hairs
of forestry on chest...
and every wrinkle round the eyes
boasts laughter and the tears they've wept.
I love the way they look at me
as if they can't believe their luck...
my next rhyme now must be discreet--
but I love the way they love!
An older man, you'd think would rush,
but no, he savors every touch.
He acts as though he is quite blest--
as if I were a treasure chest;
and when he thinks that I don't see
I catch him gaze adoringly...
When I'm blue, he understands.
In sympathy he holds my hand.
It's a relief to just be held
and in his arms I love to dwell
and listen to his stories told--
each one a nugget of pure gold.
I love them all, please understand,
but there is nothing better than
the gentleness of gentleman--
Oh give to me, the older man!