Love at 99

I know a tall man who is 99 and has a sweetheart
which I think is fine although some women
seem a little jealous that his heart is zealous
for the one he cherishes (I cannot vouch for status
of his other parts at all, wink wink). To have true
love again before he perishes is wonderful, it's swell,
although I'm glad for love at 56, predicting that it
lasts, at least, until I'm 99 as well, which brings to mind
those 99 bottles-of-beer-on-the-wall we'd sing about
as kids and now, when given opportunity,
would rather drink.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014