Paths

As I stare down the barrel of the end of my days
I gaze down the pathways that I am willing to take
And while I know that there are those who would  make
the choices for me, those friendships seem really fake.

I was ready to walk the path by myself, content to be alone,
when I met someone who actually helps, someone I could never own.
I'm sure it helps that she's a MILF, someone who makes me moan
and, even now, just thinking about her, I accidentally wrote this poem.

So while I was ready to disappear into the darkest corner of the wood
she came along and opened worlds inside me that nobody else ever could.