I'm growing older, but not up.
Any attempts at autobiography before the age of eighty seem pretty self-involved to me. There are a lot of smart middle aged people but not many wise ones.
I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.
I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.
find yourself a lover who will glue you to the floor
later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.