Rematch Tomorrow 8AM

The day passes, an idle hitchhiker, Thumb half-heartedly protruding A posture half begging, half daring Go ahead… seize the day Good luck with that challenge For daylight slips through the fingers Craftily dodges with shadowy stealth All attempts to control it, confine it A few minutes in a crowded Starbucks A cold compress of iced coffee A mindless “atta boy, go get ‘em” From a high school drop-out Barrister Another “rope-a-dope” meeting Stay on your feet, they’ll stop talking soon How did it come to this You were once a contender Another ten round draw Everyone seems happy You didn’t embarrass anyone Rematch tomorrow...8AM