The Curse of Youth

DRAFT DRAFT DRAFT UNHAPPY AS HELL

Its 3am, the night is still,
I have to sleep

Now drunken voices
and pounding feet
Sharp broken glass
Play across the street


Constipation

Old wounds from wars
Incontinence

And weeping sores

My kids awake at

the slightest peep

I curse those damned hours

that you all keep 
Aching joints
and creaking back
and mortgage debt



I curse you with
kids just like you


Old age and
Infirmity

As long, long ago,
Someone cursed me