BU

My name is demar

And I partied like an all-star.

I went too hard

And now I’m just another washed up bard

Who has been left scarred

By my own disregard

For life.

Now internal strife

Is my destined life.

Sleepless nights

And endless fights

Have reached greater heights

And brought new insights

Into my mind.

I struggle with the grind

And I am stuck in such a bind

That it feels like I am behind

The eight ball.

What I would give to be back in the dinning hall,

Sitting up against the common room wall,

And trying to recall

How last night was such a close call,

But even more seeing you all.

I will be back next fall,

So don’t be sad at all.

Boston has not seen the last of me,

And only good things are what I foresee.

I shall bask in the SoCal sun,

And follow my heart’s true course.

I am in it for the long run,

And I do so with no remorse.