Ramblings of An Old Fool

I'm giving up the life of lush for that of a lowly pensioner. The wife is too, though to give her her due, I said that I wouldn't mention her. I'm cutting my cloth accordingly, no more hedonistic soirées. Gone are the excesses, hyperbole and stresses of this callow youths former days. Now is the time for quiet reflection, watching others make my mistakes. Seeing them all careening along with no thought of applying the brakes. I could give them the benefit of my experience if they'd a mind to take heed, but to have a scar to remember it by, well, first you must let it bleed. So I'll just sit here and ruminate with a glass or three of Shiraz and let the young make their own mistakes whilst I listen to Blues and some Jazz. Then I'll look at the hand that's been dealt me, and wonder should I go lower or higher? I think I'll just stick, shout the wife to 'come quick'! and throw another peasant on the fire.