1-Am And Sill Drinking Poem by Matthew Holloway

It's not like i'm young
On the town with the in crowd
Living it up on the scene
No it's far detached from that
In almost a sad pathetic way
I'm old getting older
Drunk getting drunker
All I have is my writing
A few poems here and there
On love and whatever else
Comes to me in this hour
What a sight, I'd say
If i were watching from afar
judging but not judged
Loving the hypocrisy
A heartbreak away from oblivion
Now that's a poem title
Another glass poured
To welcome the morning
I'm not cool anymore
I doubt i ever was