In keeping with the A.E. Housman theme I seem to have established between this week and last, I have updated "When I was One-and-Twenty," our founder's signature poem, for the present age.
I hope you don't mind.
Now That I’m One-And-Forty
Now that I’m one-and-forty,
I look at love this way:
As t-shirts, socks, and underwear
No longer white but gray;
I look at life like wine
Glistening in my glass,
Turning to vinegar.
Things happen now so fast.
When I was one-and-twenty,
I studied you one night;
I had a test to pass,
But failure seemed all right.
Some light fell on your shoulder,
Some fell on your cock,
Most fell on the floor.
The light came from a clock.
I watched the numbers change
From twenty-one to two;
I watched until two-forty-one,
Then fell asleep. Like you.
