poems for the young at heart

friday night:

most people take fridays for granted.
yes, tomorrow you can wake up at twelve,
then have sex with your boyfriend at one,
then blow his best friend a hour later.
yes, you can wake up at seven,
then go feed your dying grandfather at nine,
then practice soccer until the tears turn into sweat.
yes, tomorrow is a new day,
but today, is right now,
and right now, there is a sport
that takes the nerds and the popular kids
and puts them on the same side,
fighting for a common cause:
a win.
it doesn't happen all the time
but when it does,
it's amazing.
and even if it doesn't happen,
you've still made memories
to last a lifetime.

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i miss marching band season