Look at him
Averts his gaze
Off she goes about her day
Decade here
Decade there
Now he's grey
Young men chase
Quick to pursue
Eyes light up
Mostly untrue
He hardly noticed
She didn't care
A fan of someone who wasn't there
But he kept it up
Tracksuit bland
No inner power
Just a fan
Her snobby face
Words pretty enough
She dressed him down—a disgrace
For his doubt flowers on the skin
His fear perspires, insecurities win
He gives up chase, returns familiar
His peers failed too, their symptoms similar
I see half-hidden grins
She pretends not to care
But she turns to the older man
And in his direction stares
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