The old man lives a lonely life.
Sometimes he misses the company of a woman.
Sometimes he feels he’s better off without one
and he thinks about how he could die on her
or she could die on him at their old ages
or how she could be disappointing
or could leave him and break his heart.
He often wishes the need for female companionship
wasn’t encoded so deeply and lastingly in his DNA.
He thought at 80 years of age that need would be erased
but it persists like a never ending torment
to his deepening need and his ever aging lonely mind.
Bob Boyd
