Aging as it should be

Have I ever felt it or even noticed it
I'm all set to overcome the youth
facing the years never ever flinching

In paternal mode with lowered testosterone
And the westermarck has kicked in
to my amazement  embracing everyone

With a smile on the lips like a blown rose
With the semi-closed eyes saturated in knowledge
the face perceives none of the failings of the youth

the eyeing that corners
the smile that captures
the blankness that deepens
the presence that unsettles
the entity that resides