Too Far Gone
Among the unfortunates in life I’ve known
Are some who’ve slipped between the cracks,
Most are they who have their wild oats sown.
Practices in adolescence still make me groan,
In adulthood, still not grasping social knacks
Among the unfortunates in life I’ve known.
They continue to muddle through life alone
Still sampling the worst of addictions’ snacks,
Most are they who have their wild oats sown.
Life coming down on them like an old crone,
Basic life skills are counted among their lacks
Among the unfortunates in life I’ve known.
Still paying the price for a youth that’s flown
Somehow, they didn’t seem to grasp the facts,
Most are they who have their wild oats sown.
And now they are too far gone to toss a bone,
Society only wants to give them a punitive axe
Among the unfortunates in life I’ve known,
Most are they who have their wild oats sown.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written July 3, 2022
Submitted to “Pick-a-Title Vol 31" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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