[dighton]

To His Not-So-Coy Mistress

Time’s Wingèd Chariot (poets say)
Warns us to love while yet we may;
Must I not hurry all the more
Who find it parked outside my door?
For those who sipped Love in their prime
Must gulp it down at Closing Time.

— Wynford Vaughan-Thomas.

[A_perfect_lady]

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night.

And my very close companion
gets me fumbling, gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight!

and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime.

And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ,
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
of CLOSING TIME

-Leonard Cohen