Right Turns Hard Times

Right Turns Hard Times David J Walker Only a scooter as if a Scooter was just a toy The memory disguised as an errant thought Brought tears of joy To a man returning to a boy Before he could possible die alone at home again and again Alone becomes his synonym for a A European Fone Disconnected from a forgotten number Written on discarded paper Memories default into faultiness Thoughtless defaults into a sign of senselessness The old the deaf and blind Await whatever is nameless but next The blind man on the scooter Stopped at the corner perplexed But still attempts to fit in and Cannot comprehend The times and how behind He has become The scooter turns the corner And he is gone