Umbrella Forts

The moon up high
Short shorts
Lots of laughs
Umbrella forts

Warm nights
Clouds of fog
Smell of salt
Barking dogs

Simple pleasures
What I’ll miss
As I plunge in
To this deep abyss

Several more years
So much pressure I’m under
Drink some beer
Feel the thunder

Stay up late
Hit the bar
Hear the roar
Of this crashing car.