The Goddess in the Coffeehouse

The Goddess in the Coffeehouse
By Graylen Cook
2-20-2003 Copyright 2003

I met her in a coffee house
While her poetry she read
She recited 30 verses
Off the top of her head...

She had the glow of youth
Her cheeks were rosy red
Instantly my heart was smitten
Her face indelible in my head.

She told of her hopes and dreams
Her wishes and her fears
Such a personality she had
I wished I could turn back the years.

She had a body built by God
On one of his better days...
If I were only twenty again
We’d be together always...

Though her beauty was rare and perfect
In each and every way....
It was her mind and her smile
That really brought forth the light of day.

She’d thought of many concepts
Both great and small
That many lesser mortals
Never think of at all.

Such emotion she had
When she read her rhymes
I felt privileged to see her
Most precious was the time.

If I could....I’d love
To explore her mind...
And her body I’d kiss all over
And sip of her perfection so divine.

Alas, I’ll never know
The secrets of her mind,
Never sip from the well
Of her body so very fine.

Youth is wasted on the young
That is what they say...
Now I’m getting older
Showing more, and more each day.

Little does she know
That in another guise,
I’m Zeus the God of Thunder
And I rule the skies!

I can call forth lightening and thunder
Should the need arise,
But now my heart is wounded
By this nymphic goddess in disguise...

It’s not easy growing old
Be you god or man,
We always want to go back
And do some things again.

I guess I’ll live without her
There’s nothing else I can do,
But she holds a part of my heart
And I know that this is true....

Now my beard is longer
And today is a new day,
But I have lost the battle
Rendered helpless by old age.

For though my skin is now wrinkled
And my hair is starting to thin...
There is much that’s still good
But to her I’m just an old man.