A man drunk stands in the middle of
a street, his pants down to his feet.
He starts jumping up and down trying
to get his pants to levitate to his waist.
Finally he stops jumping and pulls
up his pants.
Next his mind goes somewhere known
only to him.
He starts shouting like a crazy man at
no one in particular.
After a few boisterous shouts, he
picks up a bottle of whiskey from
the ground, takes a swig, and stumbles
away.
So sad some people who were once
innocent children, who seemed to have
immense possibilities, succumb to fates like
that as they grow older.
Perhaps in the grand scheme of things, they
were fated to end up that way for unfathomable
reasons.
Bob Boyd