Midlife Crisis

My birthday nears, to gift me with a nought,
Fat harbinger of my fast-dwindling life.
As strength, mind, manhood move to final dot,
Let me rejuvenate with new young wife!
Link me to life, as I’ll bind you to bed;
Stroke me to strength, as I’ll kiss you to bliss;
As I your youth, enter my heart and head,
Dismiss others’ suspicions aught’s amiss.
Strip off my age, as I will strip your clothes,
And with me steal the fresh, destroy the stale,
Daring scorn’s thorns, plucking buds of the rose,
Coaxing, called forcing, flower to bloom from bud.
Restore, delay, deny that ‘stud – dud – thud’
Peripheral progression of the male.

Robin Helweg-Larsen


If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Robin Helweg-Larsen would be pleased to hear them.