I'm fully 51
Like Don Quixote, no longer young

My madness may have also come
From too much reading done

The future is for the chidren
The growing ones, the tweens

I have hints but cannot read them all
Unsure just what they means

I wish to Sally Forth
I spend time with Dragons

I ride out on my own
Join no bogus bandwagons

But I ride forth from La Florida
A little like La Mancha

Scorned and covered with scars
Not the one she wants ya

There is no Dulcinea
She's made of flame and air

But there is a Catteleya
Please teach her how to care

And there is a Wendy Darling
And there is a Susan Meek

And there is me on my horse
A shy and seeking Geek

I fear annihilation
So I'll need courage at the end

I know no Sancho Panzo
But Mark is my best friend

Gracias, mi amigo.
Sacramento esta muy bien.