Afternoons and coffee spoons

I've watched the summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi...

Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
And, oh, my afternoons will be measured out
Measured with coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot


Sometimes listening to old albums on the way to work makes you happy.
Me?
I am happy.
Happy tuesday.