old

This is the time when most will forget,

it moves quicker and our minds seem blind,

I don’t want to be that crazy old man on the porch full of regret,

letting my body get older with my mind resigned,

Every week passes from weekend to weekend,

Drunken nights black out hours of existance,

words uttered and actions regretted are difficult to mend,

greeted instead with silence,

Have I drunk away the years never to be replaced,

life being sucked by a bottle drinking me in,

My mask to the world is straight-faced,

underneath it all i wear a grin,

laughing at my own stupidity,

because we are all fools in this insanity.