It Used To Be I Would Prefer

It Used To Be I Would Prefer

It used to be I would prefer

A woman older than I was

And so I would consider her

To be for me exactly thus.

Now I don’t know exactly why

I’d like her if she’d older be,

Yet, as the time is passing by,

I’m not against a junior she.

So as I’d like her younger than

The way it used to be before

Now, since I am, an older man

I like a junior woman more.

If I liked older women when

I was the younger of the two

A woman’s age I wanted then

Is of the same age now, I do.

Age alters or remains the same

For being old is younger now;

As old, to me, younger became,

It isn’t hard to make out how.

As I was younger now I’m old.

Yet if she’s one I want to see

She’s just as lovely to behold—

Nobody’s altered except me.

Why is that so? It all depends

Upon a certain point of view—

With whosoever I’d be friends

She tends to also want me to;

For, everything, that’s relative,

Is that to which we may relate,

So long as we have what to live

For, life is always worth a wait.