Air hockey
Paddles and pucks
Momentary challenge.
Back and forth
On a bed of air
Time stops when the puck flies
Through the room
Directing eyes
To the boys at the table
Friends sharing moments
Unifying
Fixing a day
Of disrepair
Friends are all that matters
When dirt hits your grave
They know of your love
And your pain
Air hockey is a game
Just like life
Back and forth
Back and forth
Just like in life
When the air stops flowing
The puck stops
Dead.
To start again
When a switch is thrown
Trying again
Puck You,
Wesley
p.s. I'll quit posting poetry and eventually post some album reviews I've written. Just a gloomy day, and a boring class.
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