A POEM - THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE

THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE
The little money I had left,
It had to be saved,
couldn’t be spent frivolously.
So, many days, many nights,
I’d find myself buying beers
From the convenience stores,
Cigarettes from the street vendors,
And hiding out in my hotel room,
Listening to country music,
The same songs over and over again,
Steadily sipping but not guzzling my beers,
Smoking a cig every now and then,
Staring at the ceiling,
Blinking, thinking, and knowing,
“these will turn out to be
some of the best days of my life.”