Does it make sense — really? — to compare any day?
Cause — really! — what’s a normal day in May
Doesn’t really matter this Canadian spring we get
We all know it’s short — and snow in April is wet —
But then we get this smokin hot day out of nowhere
And I feel friggin old — like what’s happening to my hair —
But shit happens they say — age is just a number
Everything gets old — just like talkin’ ’bout the weather
But some things are forever — not just winter, here —
I’m not giving up hope ’cause, Babe, we got beer
Screw winter when I’m with you — and screw school nights —
Let’s drink chardonnay till the sun rises and night is light
Let’s not stop — let’s grow old together– really!
As long as we have wine, we’re ready for any eternity.
Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: “remix” a Shakespearean sonnet.
30 Poems in 30 Days
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