I Didn't Always Find Wanting This Difficult

I used to be confused about sex.
Many would say I still am,
but what has clarified for me
is how guilt, and lies about what sex is,
and 'what sex is for', conspire with each other
until marriage-once about simple companionship-
now get so warped by the urge to breed morals,
that through the law we begat loneliness,
and more isolation through consumerism
than anyone can count, as the houses we buy
and the lives we live are hollowed out
from the inside by the infantilizing urge
to consume in ever increasing amounts
sold to the masses as 'Popular Capitalism'.

Age will make us want less,
and feather simpler nests
than those we once lived in.  

Middle Age

is like a pair of pyjama bottoms -both lose their former elasticity, particularly around the waistline.

Alas, in both some parts suffer greater wear and tear than others, and have greater need for repair than where the wear is less

Given the fitter competition replacement will become erasure, or recycling-better to go on, poorly clad as we are, than end of the adventure.

Ragged self repair is the best preparation for what comes next

The only way to face old age is seek acceptance with honesty, unashamed of the tattered remains we stand in, and seek to leave behind.