To the Joys of Sagging Flesh

Having recently celebrated my 60th birthday, and today being the first regular working day of the 7th decade in my current incarnation, here is this year's edition of a birthday poem:

The same but different

That's sex in your sixties
Younger folk may avert their gaze
But love is never shameful
Or indifferent
Really at my age

There’s no such thing

As a bad erection

Since love and sex

Have become all but

Indistinguishable

And I love the world

I really do

Every day

I stand myself up

And recite out loud

The innumerable blessings

Of this all too sagging flesh