Small Town

I couldn't wait to grow up, I was a restless youth

Anxious to see the world I had read so often about but never seen

I wanted to see in color, and this town, this small suffering town was black and white

Wake up go to school, grow old, wake up go to work, grow older

See the same faces, day after day, your entire lives,

Asking how are you in the grocery store, but dreading the answer because you already know

Way more than you would like to.

Its quaint the old folks would say, the place you'd raise your kids they said

Except the only thing I remember from being a child, the memory that was freshest on my mind

was how I never wanted to ever live here long enough to see if they were right

Author's Note

Just something slid though my mind today...nothing special and certainly not my best work.