I sip brandied coffee to each sunrise,
and toast fine libation to each sunset;
I spend blissful days missing lovers,
living serendipitously without regret.
Perhaps I may take up pen and paper,
patiently awaiting a thought to come;
then pour out a hot tale of two lovers,
very aware how I’d like to have some.
Perhaps then I might go take a shower,
get dressed adding a splash of cologne;
then head off on a romantic adventure,
chances good I may come back alone.
Perhaps I may stop for a few cocktails,
to limber up for what I trust lies ahead;
then swagger bar to bar with purpose,
hunting willing prey to take to my bed.
Perhaps daylight may turn to darkness,
I may become too drunk by then to care;
growing more tired each passing hour,
I’ll cut my losses and bail out of there.
Perhaps I’ll just sit out here drinking,
and toy with these tho’ts in my mind;
writing with hot passion from memory,
when younger and life was more kind.
I sip brandied coffee to each sunrise,
and toast fine libation to each sunset;
I spend blissful days missing lovers,
living serendipitously without regret.
