Life Guard Poem by John Shea

Where are the tadpoles in our rivers and streams
Flushed down the toilet of dreams
Who is my daddy is a lonely lament
Sunk to the bottom in unrelenting cement
Why am I lost in a world so bold
To expect me to bloom
Like a flower in the cold
We ruined Our lives
Where are the toads
Smashed by our cars I am told
Who made my mother cry
Made her leave and made me cry
Why am I lost in a world so bold
I expect the reason will hit me
On the day I die.