I met him just the other night

Such a brash young man

Looking familiar

Blond hair, lanky walk

Speaking of changing the world

And what might be

Laughter on his plate

Stuff of dreams in his eyes

Desire peaking

Passion his brother

“Do you believe in God?,” he asked,

Seeking verbal spar.

“Yes,” I replied.

The disappointment in his eyes

A better judge than lover

His bride clung closely

Like a vine on his arm

Charmed

Ah, his energy!

He catapults into the wind

Come what may!

Though patience bespeaks a better companion,

He barely knows her

I sigh. What can I do?

The past- ‘tis gone, tis’ done!

Helpless he at 53

Who meets himself at 21