It Will Pass Too

I suddenly realize
The professional sports on TV
That had infatuated me for decades
Have passed away from my life for many years.
But the rose garden
That has been living wild in my mind
For my entire adult life
(and my kid’s life too…)
Is still lingering in my twilight of sensuality.
I might be holding the tail of my disappearing fleshy desire
With passionless desperate mind.
It will pass soon though.
Before everything passes away,
I want to love the final rose
Just like I had a crush on golf scores of years ago,
Because it will pass too…..
But I hope it wouldn’t.

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