An undated era

We are of a certain age
Where hair thins and greys,
Skin wrinkles and sags,
Waistlines are lost to time.

We find attraction in conversation, companionship;
Aligned beliefs and politics.

Your preference in Sunday morning radio hosts and non-fiction authors,
Lure women to bed now.

A night on the town in your 20s;
A few drinks, some well-chosen lines,
Were enough to pull the ladies,
And replenish a little black book full of-
Potential late-night companions.

Years pass, the pages of that book wrinkle and fray,
A reflection of your own metamorphosis.

Until finally, there's no book;
Only the occasional line tossed out,
On the sea of virtual romance,
Where one word stands for a night's worth of banter.

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"Hi"

It's the least you can do ---really.