He was finally a bookworm.
So he'd cracked open the champagne 
and tasted the victory, 
all it had needed was consistency, 
with a sprinkle of meticulous attitude
and the boundaries had been breached, 
the glass ceiling shattered -
escaping the chasm of 'can't' or 'won't'
which used to draw him in.
But, now he had the will, the nerve, the enthusiasm:
he had the gumption!
Another glass of citrus bubble divine
outweighing tomorrow's 
swallowed implications,
foot-tapping along 
to jazzed-up songs,
misty-eyed no more,
alive with the yellow daffodils of spring.