When we are young we brag and flout
our exciting evenings out,
but later on the joys of gin
start to wear our patience thin.
Lately, though I still go dancing,
I find an hour or two of prancing
is quite enough to slake my thirst;
and I must confess the worst.
When it comes to nights of sin,
my most exciting nights are “in!”
For the Weekly Writer’s Workshop, the prompt is “Wild.”

Exactly! Maybe its our age? 😁😘
Nice poem.
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I smiled all the way through that 😊
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Thanks, Esther..
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Haha! 🤣
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