Ode To Gil - 2

 

              You're so handsome you break hearts,

              And you're a man some think is smart.

              Charisma, charm and wit, still there,

              Even though you've lost some hair.

               Muscles taut and tummy flat,

               There's no chance you'll run to fat.
               Laugh at age, defy the clock,
               Ignore the ominous, faint tick-tock.
               Laugh lines, grey hairs, you just flaunt,
               And still, that tick-tock, like a taunt.


               Life still makes your pulses quicken,
               So what, if some arteries thicken,
               At least you're still alive and kickin.
               Hark now, can you hear that tickin?
               Careful Gil, you're no 'Spring Chicken.'


                                                              Luv Jeannie