22nd June 2021
Let’s celebrate the celibate, those who have not cherished,
Or lived, or lain in sinful pose, or loved before they perished?
Remember those who cannot love, because great pain it causes,
Who hesitate at every touch with long and stiffened pauses.
Forget not those who live to love and love to live enraptured,
Whose very breath, and every thought, through each desire is captured.
Who’s bodies quiver at every touch, perspire at every thought.
Even though they think it’s wrong and shameful if they’re caught.
Let us not dwell too long on this, of lust and things impure.
Instead, consider purity, and how we shall endure.
The former things of which we spoke, put them behind us now,
For growing up is difficult, but we’ll get through somehow.
As adolescence dawns, hair in armpits, face and places,
We fancy boys, we fancy girls, and our voices change to basses.
But we’ll get through, we always do, without every asking mother.
Just take it all in hand you see, just like every other.
©Joseph R Mason 2021