Impotence

Impotence
The day I was fifty -nine I remember well woke up
Without an erection and my golden mane had vanished
I looked like a shaggy tiger.
I contemplated God, the devil and the food I ate but
Could not get an answer that I was at the threshold
Of old age that held no promises in its greedy arms
Sex had lost its spontaneity will it stand up and if it
Does will it remain so until the act is over?
I didn`t venture out in the night picking up strange dames
Nibbling at ears was over, my god how much ear wax
I must have swallowed
Gave up the charade at 70 and I found freedom in
Not having to try, but was ok with reading a book