As I look in your face, I see no indications, implications, That you had completed multiplication, Of my life by two. And me, actually thinking that, We were on the same level, same page, But only to find out the difference in decades, Which resulted in the gap in our age. I’ve heard that it’s just a number, And I’ve listened to your persuasions, To get me to give you a chance for romance, On many occasions. But I still can’t look into your baby face, And be comfortable knowing, That you're a much older man, Who has long ago put away childish things. Who’s probably been around the world, And still have the ‘stickers’ to prove it. And I wonder to myself, Are you expecting me to be, Just as experienced?