PREFACE

In the cage of old age still burns the flame of youth ‘neath the shroud of old age still burns hot the desires of youth youths fires hid in the aged flesh torment into frenzies of frustrations the flesh does send like a flickering flame that in the nights breeze about to be snuffed out the fires of youth torment the aged flesh to the very last breath the aged flesh longs desires full of youthful passions till like the flickering flame in the nights breeze life is snuffed out