Too Old for Love?

Too Old for Love?

Am I too old for love?

For its restlessness and

Never-ending demands.

For its incessant need to swim

Upstream against

Comfort and dull routine.

For the unsettling questions

It asks me.

When I was young, I had

The energy to meet its driving

Passions head on.

To want pleasure for its own sake.

To believe in a fuzzy forever more.

To say yes as if I knew

All the consequences.

My answer? No, I’m not

Too old, for love embraced

Is wise and unerring.

It turns you inside out to

Parade your deepest self

As if it were the only thing

That mattered, the only thing

That made you really human.