I'm not very fond of this topic, but I need to let it out.

When I visited my previous shrink, I always filled out a questionaire.
It would save him time, and he compared it to the ones of previous visits.

These particular questions read:
a) Do you feel older than your age?.
b) Are you afraid of looking at yourself in the mirrow?.
c) Do you feel at peace growing older?. Etc. I always ranked them a 5.

I never pay attention to them. I was feeling strong with just a few character wrinkles and salt and pepper hair. Sexy.
BTW, my new shrink doesn't even bother with a questionaire.
Just pushes pills reading the eyes. Apparently, she has a master degree in Iridiology.

I went to Miami this last weekend. I lived there for forty five years.
Full of hopes and dreams of reliving the good memories of a not too distant past.

This was the first time I could roam free in three years. The other trips were always with errands attached. The escapedes were lived in short bursts.

My wife was very accomodating. Even paid for a hotel room. So I "could sleep in a decent place". She said.

She new it was my time to get slapped hard in the face. Witch.

I watched my friends from yesterday look like cadavers.
Two of my previous girlfriends, way younger than I, saddling 30 or 40 lbs a piece.

Worst part is that I don't have any connections anymore.
My bartenders have moved to other places. No more free drinks.
My bouncers don't work there anymore. Paying the admission.
My girls look like the wicked witch of the west. The few remaining.

How must I look???.
Nobody wanted to lie, not even for pity, and tell me I look at least the same.

Take advantage of your youth. It will escape thru your fingers in no time.

Youth. Divine Treasure. Said the famous poet. He was so right.