As the leaves begin to change and the sun begins to back away

it is that time again, for men everywhere to yell,

jump up and down, hoot and holler

at the completed 40 yard pass,

inside the ten yard line

first and goal.


Meanwhile she looks at us, waiting for what we promised

her time with us, with a movie so we can watch

and cry, and laugh, holding hands,

Nicholas Sparks.


Don’t ever forget men, who you truly love,

and that cuddles beats huddles

every single time.


Poetry © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

image from google

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