A BIT OF BUKOWSKI
Oh shit! I'm sixty + v.a.t. with the key to the tomb! Where have all the young women gone? They came and procrastinated for a while, some for a few months, some for a few years; then flew the nest to sing a different song. Now with old age creeping up I see, hair thinned out and fewer teeth, eyes that are bleary blue, a bit paunchy, with no young women hanging about. Oh shit! That leaves booze, tobacco, stray cats and me!