Investing fortunes

They come in a distant third
The cancer was not to be heard
The happy heart was always in good stark need
It was the sample of the Dear Cuban Seed.

I loved the smile on the phone of time
The world was a big vat of lovely wine
The winning hand was a table away

There was always a new era for a good stay

But there was never enough for one day at a time

Windows were always to shine

So there simply were more to be held
A cigar in a mist
A discussion and a twist.

The cigar shop was always a place to call your own
Your own friends, your own phone

So a new day was to be seen in the corner of your news
There would be more cigar sticks
And more bliss

And the era could last for years.
There are sometimes a few coins 
Sometimes a few beers

So a new friend might be your calling
A new morning, afternoon and limited night.