Swagger
The man is from Bronx, but plays in Manhattan
Owns an old Chevy, but he drives like a Mercedes
Sleeps in Quality Inn, but dreams in Ritz-Carlton
Watch him flip his hair and float on thin air
Jazz of the night, he's song of the dawn
And in his every bounce blazes fire of romance
He's the joy of summer in cool rain showers
And exuberance of purple hydrangea flowers
That's how he gambles and wins big in poker
When daunting is life's hour, he does not cower
Nothing is something and something is much more
Despair's just a passing breeze, hope is forever
A dreamer, he meets her, falls madly in love
When for his Aston Martin, she bids a Ferrari
Raising stake, all in he goes, vowing: "I love you"
When, "me too" she says for she's a swagger too
August 31, 2019
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Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2019
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