Aging Process

I look in mirrors and see the years
The inevitable curse of aging
Dingy gray hair that once was brown
The wrinkles furrowing my face
Crows feet in the corners of my eyes
Flaccid muscles on my arms and legs
A brittle smile that will not hold
Eyes now red with too much booze
All enough to make me sag
Enough to make me shed a tear
And contemplate my end of days

But she just doesn't seem to mind
Her relative youth embracing me
She drags me to the shower bath
Soaps me up, and soaps me down
Pays close attention to my cock
And it still seems to have some life
Hardening to her gentle touch
Thirty slick rubs to make me cum
And it goes swirling down the drain
She grins and chortles in the steam
And tells me I should act my age.