Folly

After three large beers last night and some pizza
I feel ten years older than I have ever been.
This may be the time to stop, to take stock and renew
a committment to change these habits, this lack
that I see in myself every morning:

There was a young black man harrassing a latina in the joint last night;
she had a kid with her and there seemed to be menace at first with the waitresses and bartenders all keeping an eye but it resolved to be no more than the usual stuff and we all went back to our drinking.