Finally, the weekend has arrived;
A two day reprieve from reality,
A respite that grants promises
Of friends gathered for giddy games,
Of chance and childhood days,
Forgetting our mature adulthood.

An apartment shared – feigned adulthood
In front of the building in Somerville, I’ve arrived
For a Saturday evening with friends from high school days
To disconnect from our word processor realities
To pay no mind to our lives’ games
And to forget musty, old broken promises

The cold countertop and warm oven promises
A home-cooked meal, allowing us to tout our adulthood
Salacious scents entice, as we play board games,
Rising from the stained wood floor to embrace others arriving
And the floor creaks under us in our festive reality.
Rays fade through the white window and we dismiss the day.

We reflect on how far we’ve come since long gone days
Back in the years of pinky-swear promises
And Saturday morning cartoon reality
When nothing seemed more distant than adulthood
(a time we never imagined would arrive),
And Candy Land and Mario Kart were our only games

There is little I wouldn’t give now for these games,
But alas, times have changed since childhood days –
We’ve been altered since college’s arrival
And now we make contractual, notarized promises
As the rapid onset of much doubted adulthood
Has forever altered our Monopoly-fueled reality.

Now we reside in states of blurred reality
With the assistance of collegiate games
Masking our future fears with false adulthood
In a desperate attempt to recapture childhood days
Nights of one-night stands and false promises,
All trying to forget fate’s inevitable arrival.

So let’s play old games tonight, friends from bygone days,
And toast to our nostalgic reality and unchanged promises,
We’ll dance and sing until adulthood returns and Sunday arrives.