You know you are getting old,

when you can barely

open your eyes after

a date night,

2 whiskeys in the evening –

headache in the morning.

He bought drinks,

on the rocks, my whiskey

smoothly runs down the branches

of my chest as I speak.

Here’s a toast to time spent

chasing sarcasm with laughter.

Fending irony with shafter.

How I have grown –

nothing bothers me anymore.

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