People, places, emotions, sensations
The tear and furies, smiles and elations
All contribute to the you you knew and the one you know
Ups and downs come and go like tides ebb and flow
Think back and look forward on moments yet to come
Times of rad outshine the bad, let me share with you some
Orange and black armor, take the field, search for glory
Blood, sweat, bruises, torn twine tell the story
Let the flags fly so bright and so yellow
Win or lose, we know not a battle called mellow
Shoes that dance conduct feet in hot pants
Her hips and her eyes induce involuntary trance
Lust only tonight, to love another day
Dancefloor kicks and hi-hat clicks, we can't stay away
Twin tips and kink rails, park booters and shooters
A blizzard, a flurry intice powder-stash-looters
Snowflakes, chairbakes, degrees of nine plus thirty
Bikinis rush the hot tub, cocktails arrive in a hurry
Stressful all-nighters and midterm nail biters
Textbooks and classrooms fuel intellectual fires
Knowledge is sexy, so read, write, and pun
With cognition comes wisdom, don't miss out on the fun
Borders and boundaries, lines drawn to be crossed
On pavement, waves, and wings - find the way and get lost
Dangerous and wild though this world may seem
Permit this reality - turn it into your dream
To all my friends, foreign and domestic
Today is the day we give thanks to the majestic
From mountaintops to four-way stops...
From coastline to skyline...
Cutting the blue with cloud scrapers
Forget all the headlines that flood all the papers
Hit a note with J. Andrews and the children von Trapp
Keep singing and dancing and never look back
Today is for you and the things that you love
Start with the universe or the Man up above
To brothers and sisters, born from both blood and from bond
Our embraces and squabbles account for the past
To girlfriends and boyfriends, brunette, red, and blonde
Our courtships that last, or those that shatter as glass
To mothers and fathers, who deal with dirty diapers
And watched us mature - wipe away tears with cheek wipers
To teachers and preachers, try and show us the way
This life is yours, feel free to stray
Eighty-eight to eleven, twenty-three cycles of heaven
Evermore until the end, which we meet as a friend
It's just a shot, it's just tequila, with some salt and a lime
Perhaps you prefer a lager or a glass red with wine
Raise your cup in the air for the sullen and fair
The world is yours, so give thanks, and have some fun out there
The tear and furies, smiles and elations
All contribute to the you you knew and the one you know
Ups and downs come and go like tides ebb and flow
Think back and look forward on moments yet to come
Times of rad outshine the bad, let me share with you some
Orange and black armor, take the field, search for glory
Blood, sweat, bruises, torn twine tell the story
Let the flags fly so bright and so yellow
Win or lose, we know not a battle called mellow
Shoes that dance conduct feet in hot pants
Her hips and her eyes induce involuntary trance
Lust only tonight, to love another day
Dancefloor kicks and hi-hat clicks, we can't stay away
Twin tips and kink rails, park booters and shooters
A blizzard, a flurry intice powder-stash-looters
Snowflakes, chairbakes, degrees of nine plus thirty
Bikinis rush the hot tub, cocktails arrive in a hurry
Stressful all-nighters and midterm nail biters
Textbooks and classrooms fuel intellectual fires
Knowledge is sexy, so read, write, and pun
With cognition comes wisdom, don't miss out on the fun
Borders and boundaries, lines drawn to be crossed
On pavement, waves, and wings - find the way and get lost
Dangerous and wild though this world may seem
Permit this reality - turn it into your dream
To all my friends, foreign and domestic
Today is the day we give thanks to the majestic
From mountaintops to four-way stops...
From coastline to skyline...
Cutting the blue with cloud scrapers
Forget all the headlines that flood all the papers
Hit a note with J. Andrews and the children von Trapp
Keep singing and dancing and never look back
Today is for you and the things that you love
Start with the universe or the Man up above
To brothers and sisters, born from both blood and from bond
Our embraces and squabbles account for the past
To girlfriends and boyfriends, brunette, red, and blonde
Our courtships that last, or those that shatter as glass
To mothers and fathers, who deal with dirty diapers
And watched us mature - wipe away tears with cheek wipers
To teachers and preachers, try and show us the way
This life is yours, feel free to stray
Eighty-eight to eleven, twenty-three cycles of heaven
Evermore until the end, which we meet as a friend
It's just a shot, it's just tequila, with some salt and a lime
Perhaps you prefer a lager or a glass red with wine
Raise your cup in the air for the sullen and fair
The world is yours, so give thanks, and have some fun out there
Your words bounce like river skipping stones. I thoroughly enjoyed this entry. A positively refreshing manifesto and celebration for a past and seasons to come. I tip my hat to you and raise my cocktail glass high. Thank you.
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