Opening's behind

Now that I'm in my sixties
I'm free to be uncouth,
And wax nostalgic about
The Golden Days of Youth.

I'll devote my time to blogging
Of what these times do lack,
Like when mens' underwear
Only put tags in back.

How simple it was: feeling for the tag,
You could even dress in the dark,
And not discover later in distress,
You're about to miss the mark.