Best Of Luck One More Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

So here so much for nothing
Everything comes out lose bluffing
Giving the best of luck one more time

Any day is now on the lose
Through empty borrows and truce
Feelings get slain in their prime

This is just a song in making sorrow
Fill the void with its heart
Sometimes there is no one tomorrow
Only a fresh new start

This is the end of the game
Everything you said in its name
Going to flow through the drain

Somewhere to give and to take
Aspires of the mind in their wake
Flowing through sorrow and pain

This is just a song in making sorrow
Fill the void with its heart
Sometimes there is no one tomorrow
Only a fresh new start

You and I lost on our way
Nothing comes clear through this day
This is the world as we both climb

So here so much for nothing
Everything comes out lose bluffing
Giving the best of luck one more time


*(This is a lyric to a country song…)