The Beer on the Bar

The beer on the bar
reflects the colored light of the neon.
I sit here wondering if the glance she makes
is interest or repugnance.

After all I am older
and violate the order.
What is acceptable and what isn’t .

I am lonely and sing solo.
My voice imitates the lyrics
but lives the emotion,
even the refrain.

God they are so young and so beautiful.
I am past my prime and so pathetic.
Their lips are full and luscious,
their eyes sparkle with desire.

To be loved and cherished
their desire communicates
A hunger and appetite
to be satisfied.

They are female
feminine to the tee.
Girls who have grown up
to be and become women.