Summers Day
On sports betting I’d bet my life
Praying I choose the right odds.
Lately I’ve been placing my trust in cocktails and gin
Trying to embrace these new habits I have,
Like writing poems and living life off the income I’m yet to receive.
I’m forging this ode to the tone of today’s sunset
As ballads sung by men of vintage days come to mind,
I caress my infant beard and think of what my future wife is to read,
I have found myself praising a lass with stanzas and consonants once more,
We go together,
Like marshmallows and fire
The sweet of my words are to be gauged by the foundry of its maker.
In this epoch she is the one I compare to a summers day.
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