Tungstenturtle Poetry

Slice of life – A magic draft

Time is getting tight,
everyday another fight.
Doing a good job, proficient,
home, clean, magnificient.

Where is the time for a beer,
talking about love or a fear.
Having in mind the e-sport stats,
nights killed with videos of cats.

What memories of friendship time,
in our youth and our prime.
I sometimes miss the carefree days,
in so many different ways.

But no matter how adult you are,
inside you are still a gaming star.
You might find white hair,
honestly which nerd would care?

We met to play with magic cards,
and at first we felt like tards.
Three cities, six month preparation,
and more than one nation.

To play a simple magic draft,
at least we didn’t need an aircraft.
three canceled the date,
and it felt somehow like fate.

One guy became father the exact day,
the other one was ordered to stay,
with their kids out of a random mood,
at least his relationship is now good.

The third got sick the day before,
with regrets to her very core.
Fate itself was against this play,
but we insisted on the day.

There we were with memories,
my last game ten years before, a pre-release.
But with the first booster openend with care,
something special was in the air.

In no time we remembered back,
and were dedicated to build a deck.
Which colours to take,
all our resting memories awake.

We played, the rest of the day,
and it was so much fun, I have to say.
Creating a memory together,
that the guys did not know, did not matter.

A crazy atempt, full recomendation,
perfect for precious moment creation.
Half a day, heroes again,
is wholesome now and then.