The Agony of Defeat

After the class, promise, I go,
Rushed against the crowd so slow.

I lost the game, now will I pay,
Continue the challege, continue to play.

After the class, promise, I see you,
Waiting patiently, holding a cup hot of cofficino.

Winning gives you a smile,
Don't get use to it for it only happen once in a while.

After the class, promise, you go,
Rushed against the crowd so slow.

You will lose the game, I promise you,
A bigger smile from me, you will see, you will know.

Certainly you will lose the game, you will pay,
A cold soda for me, after class, you will stay.

Losing the game as we both know,
Every moment...every second...so memorable for me and you...