When
They asked
Hank

What it was like
To make love
To so many

Beautiful
Women,
He said,

He couldn’t remember,
Couldn’t recall,
It was a long

Time ago,
But it must
Have been fun,

Must have
Been a ball,
He said,

Looking over
His shoulder
At the ever

Receding past
Of his life
Galloping

Over
The dark hills
Of his memory.