One Poem from Bill Roberts

Senior Sexuality

We keep rehearsing the sex act,
even variations on a theme,
but don't get better, just take longer.

I wondered a long time why women
prefer little packages of love, now see
they dream-shop for bigger packages.

Those who hesitate, I teach in my in-
formal seminar, don't get laid.
Those who get laid are too busy to hesitate.

The four-hour erection that one product
warns us about made me call my doc:
It's been four hours, doc - nothing yet.

I bought one of those pumps, and
pumped and pumped and pumped.
Now I need a patch for my blow-out.

My wife and I have settled down to
the ease of oral sex:  she talks endlessly
about it into my receptive deaf ear.

There was a time when sex was Number
One on my list, but I've misplaced
my glasses, forgotten where I had the list.


Bill Roberts enters his fourth quarter of life with eyes uplifted, wondering where all the years went.  He writes poetry to keep his spirits up, aided by a collection of wine in his cellar.  Bill is often nominated for poetry prizes, never snatches the golden ring.  He has a few books which might get published this year but asks:  does the world need another collection of poems?  Contact him at marcorosie@comcast.net.



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