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I suffer from empty nest syndrome. I never thought I would deal with that mental affliction, but between beautiful memories and an abject loneliness, there is a sadness that becomes a profound depression. As a result, I don't look at old photos. I can only deduce that time is brutal and merciless. This may not be the correct interpretation of your poem, but your words evoked a nostalgia and melancholy that constantly haunt me.

Sex is a walk in a winter's sun. Sex is a hot dog on a bun. Sex is a venture down a dark alley. Sex is a game-winning rally. Sex is the inspiration for a lie. Sex is the broken promise "until I die." Sex is the reason God created a bed. Sex is capable of awakening the dead. Sex is about the birds and the bees. Sex is about a dog hosting an orgy of fleas. Sex is about the love between a husband and a wife. Sex is the pathway to creating life. Sex is great if you're straight or gay. Sex is the best way to start your day. Sex is as exciting as a heavyweight fight. Sex is wrestling all night. Sex is for both the young and the old. Sex is the reward for the brave and the bold. Sex is a sin committed again and again. Sex is a win! win! win! Sex is a rhythm we can apprehend. Sex is a rhyme that comes to an end.