A Poem By Scott Bruton

Although you were once young and free
and once had places you had to be,
with hair now gone you're like a fawn
cold and lost and lonely

Where am I? you scream and shout
How could this be? you sit and pout
Nowhere to turn you're lost to yearn
For the life you used to tout

For all you know, for all you had
It was only a passing fad
Now you lurk where you once worked
Retired, old, and mad



-Scotty B.


Thanks for the laugh!