When I was young and innocent,
All the ladies would say Oh My,
I had no idea what their intent,
Now am older I wonder Why,

As a child I was blessed with long lashes,
Big blue eyes of wonder,
How was I to know what those gals had under sashes,
Now am older I know I did blunder,

Growing up was like hail and thunder,
Splashes of sunshine between the rain,
Emotional spasms of desires hunger,
Moments of loves silence refrain,

Now much older and body slightly bent,
Eyes still glow with that bluey hue,
Women are always a mans intent,
I still have some growing to do.