After the women go
I so often know
The meaning of zero.
Sometimes there is pleasure
But, when they go
Often I feel zero.
Sometimes I wonder whether
They also know zero.
I avoid
The void
In nights
Of bought delights.
But, when they go
Often I know
The emptiness of zero.
K Morris - Poet 
An empty life for the rake, it seems.
For the rake in this poem it certainly is an empty life. Many thanks for commenting, Vivienne. Kevin
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Thank you for sharing my poem, Michael. All the best. Kevin