The Other Day

The Other Day
By Kyle Oakeson

Sunshine waved to me in the hall,
Putting me out of my cumbersome thoughts.
For a moment, relief, that I wished to stall
But I am still living with one chief regret:
Chance happens every now and again.
When opportunity rises to grip a moment
And hold it forever as a win,
for recollection at anytime with enjoyment.

I’m not one to have failed in my life before,
I’ve had great luck with chance,
And success doesn’t love, it adores
Me and my mastering skill and intelligence.
But I failed to wave back at her friendly gesture,
I guess I was lost in her breeze-bound hair,
her covetous eyes, and her handsome vesture;
Her immaculate face was simply more than could bear.

And yet taking it all in
I’m forced to accept my defeat.
She has beaten me to the win,
Her rays simply transferred to heat.
But I shall rise another day, with thoughts to take over again,
Not grab, but hug, the blazing sun in my arms
And taste her cool, loving smile with passion;
I know already she’s attached to my charms,

It’s only right that we both are united.