Forever Ago They Hunger To Forever

Children, my sweet children,
Not yet knowing from whence you came
Not yet caring all the same.

The sexual revolution failed us;
Still advertisers keep it funded
With your tenacious virginity.

I come to you a grayed, wrinkled
Veteran of that undying war:
spent, flawed, no longer desired.

Here to tell you stories about the warm —

Forever Ago They Hunger To Forever