Ol' fart

Thoughts upon passing a young fellow sipping his Latte at a Starbucks coffee shop:

Go ahead, smirk to yourself.

Not so long ago I sat

Just like you are doing now

With my legs spread in my snug Levi’s

Showing off my assets

Smirking when I saw desire in an ol’ fart’s face

Just like you’re doing now.

But time will wipe away your smirk

Your flat six pack will begin to bulge

And your nimble knees will stiffen

Just like mine are doing now.

Before you know it you’ll be an ol’ fart, too,

Resenting the smirk on a young fellow’s face

Just like I am doing now.

This poem is by J W Smith who's had a story published in Wilde Oats, and has many stories and novels at Crvboy.