Play Date No 8

This ain't a playdate And I am not 8 In fact I am near on pushing the grand old age of 55 And truth be told I have barely anything to show for all of those many year's Apart from a few tired anecdotes and boring stories to relay in a bar That for a price of a free beer ,chaser or 2 the local barfly will be willing to hear That is until the bedraggled bartender call's last orders and time and usher's us both out As he has a home to go to and probably so to assume a certain someone also to go home to Whereas for me I am just getting started and now have to find a open late or all night bar That hopefully has another similar soul as I sitting in a corner nursing a drink pondering where it all went wrong Or maybe he is just patiently waiting for a friend or date who is merely running late Then again maybe he has been stood up or is still prepared to wait as long as it takes knowing full well they had no intention of ever coming in the 1st place 1 thing is for sure he has done me a massive favor which I should be ever so grateful for Because as long and at least I am now focused and thinking about him I have now temporarily forgotten about me and my woes Because in this life there's a lot of people like these nicely tucked away out of sight Who sadly have nobody no family nor friend's through no apparent fault of their own Apart from the melting ice cube's swirling inside a tumbler glass or blowing the froth from a beer bottle Wishing the haze and the fog of the booze will kick in sooner rather than later and make the world somehow disappear Sobering reality isn't it