Went to a lecture on W.B.Yeats
Not bad, not great.
I guess I expected something fascinating, enchanting.
Such are the words of fools
I was the youngest there by a margin of decades.
A couple of women in their late fifties say to each other that they are the youngest here.
They did not notice me
Or maybe they did and I look like I’m 60
That was depressing
A depressing end to a depressing day near the end of a depressing week
But It was as if the organisers knew that
For there was free whiskey at the end.
I drank it up in a hurry and almost went running outside