The Ages Of Man

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THE AGES OF MAN

A young man.
Sex and girls are what I love best.
Music and friends never far from my nest.
Any girl beside me throughout the night.
So I can practise, tease and get it right.

An older man.
Now there are things that take more of my time.
Girls are now women, and I have children of mine.
Passion ignites during the week.
But we are too tired, and fall asleep.

A lost man.
The wife’s with the kids looking after the home.
I’m on the town with an eye to roam.
I need to find that lust that’s been lost.
I’m no longer a man; I have paid a great cost.

A regretful man.
I’ve lost the home, family and wife.
I searched for something, but lost my life.
Now I live with all that shame.
I’m a man you see; on me lay the blame.

A lonely man.
Sex never happens, it’s never there now.
I’m alone; and can barely remember how.
I dream a lot of all that’s been lost.
Sex is a thing that can demand a great cost.

Anything But Hackneyed. Amazon. com

Anything But Hackneyed. Amazon UK

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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