Mundane street number 13

Communication, need it be a Mars and Venus thing?
The characteristics of the male are
A desire to avoid confrontation [a peaceful life please]
Sweeping under carpets, hoping for a sunny day

The reflex nature of the phallus image driving behaviour
The menopausal nature be it monthly or of bipolar proportions
The interactive natures of male and female so exposed
Shit bro it's called our lives;

Even the more mature milieu of men and their banter
Bull shitting the night into day
It's amazing how little the opposite sex knows about each other
That goes for both sexs equally

Viewed from the obviously critical position of advancing years
Been there done that got the T shirt means nothing my friend
Sixteen or sixty rutting sex and love are strange bed fellows
Ingrained belief drives the female instinct into a wall

The realities of a deeper human experience lie quietly at the door
Softly knocking, [away from the semi-autobiographical meanderings of the mind]
Offering insights beyond the pounding hormonal demands of youth
Realization is a new dawn

Life is no walk in the park
A male perspective is all I can offer
In retrospect youth is all hot blood and that is beautiful
With age comes infirmities of the body, but the mind does not subscribe

The sea mouth of mortality a constant reminder
As a ever increasing number of the peer group take that walk
The daunting fact that we as a species have no real clue
As to why we live, we poke around inventing softeners to safe guard our sanity

We can give this life the only thing we have, our humanity
Sun rise, sun set, the oceans and the mountains
The deserts and the forest, fertile fields, long sandy beaches
A new born babies cry

The male female union
Family and love
All paint their own majestic masterpiece, in life's grand colour scheme
Hopes and dreams cohabitate on mundane street number 13