Ever The Pro

Something of a boon
to happen that soon
hidden in the briar
what else to desire

't largely a carouse
then you left the house
couched in a brogue
hiding in the fog

TO BREAK THE IMPASSE
YOU LET ME GO
I WANTED IT TO LAST
EVER THE PRO

Nobody is perfect
of course you know
and nothing seems right
things are for show

I am improvising
but straits occur
love is supervising
what do you do

05 05 21