Rising Sun Poem by Lamar Cole

Rising Sun



It wasn't so much death that he would mind.
But he would miss partying with the honies and drinking red wine.
Spending a lot of money and driving fast cars.
Kicking it up at all the bars.
Gambling with his buddies for fun.
Until they could see the rising sun.

Sunday, February 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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