To work so hard to stay alive

Only to find

There’s no one left

To share it with

The fear we’ll wake one day
And find that we’re no more a man;
A fear that’s very real
And very great —

So ladies, understand, sometimes,
You’ll see that fear played out
By men my age who
Overcompensate

To prove we’re still desirable
To women of all ages:
And chase young women —
Pure insanity —

But it is fear. Pure fear.
For in our hearts, most men know better:
It’s more than just
Our mid-life vanity —

But at our worst, some men refuse to see,
And blame you for
Our infertility

The vanity of things we buy,
Collect, and put away;
The mundane lives of worry
That we live through every day

With careful planning or mere chance,
From New Year, through December:
To find then, when we’re finally gone
That no one will

Remember