Immature though old

Apparently I’m old

But I’m still immature

And I have noone to hold

And too much to endure.

Cannot I be bold

Erotic, chaste impure

I’m alone with my own soul

I think about me you all

My lover is too tall

Or else I am too. small

It’s relative I call

But lead can turn to gold

I welcome comments and criticism

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