Old Man, in Love

Old Man across the street

fingers trembling in the scorching heat

feels his pulse quicken

at the sight of the quivering lips

of a youthful beauty dressed in red

should i be stricken he asks himself

is it a crime to fall in love again

since the time I saw my blue-eyed wife

and all those years since we said goodbye

life could be giving me another chance

to dream again and save the last dance

the clock continues its motion

until youth arrives again

young man dressed in brown and black

straight to the old man's attack

little crystals of sweat collect

no more can the old man recollect

why the jealousy, why the sadness

the distant beauty was bound to leave

the wand of youth she can flash

and see men at a distance make a dash

Old Man's heart sinks into a calm

no more has he the right

to consider love a balm.