The following poem is an original work. It may not be reproduced or published elsewhere without the author's permission.
To obtain permission or to get more info, contact Scuttles@ScaryPlace.com.

Old age nemesis
Just before he dies
And he wants to see MY babies
Before he says goodbye?!

An exclusive stranger
Who makes me feel alone
You don't know what you do to me
I have no structured home.

So what? What does he say?
Why doesn't he give up?
No, he can't do that
Or anything as abrupt.

But dreams he's had and dreams come true
But none of the pleasant kind
Dark dreams of death, of life gone stale
Dark dreams of life that's dying.

So what now? What can you do?
Just watch him waste away
That dark old man with that deathly smile
As he's lowered in his grave.

So I'll tell a tale of life that was once
My father's beating heart
In the end there is no life.
We're all dead from the start.

---

Amanda invites your feedback - MandaCutieBootie@yahoo.com

ScaryPlace Home