October Poem by Gregory Huyette

It seems that each day this world is more unscrupulous than sober
I want to hide behind my Halloween mask in this scary October
The rich are richer and the middle class knows not what’s in store
Their only certainty is that they will join the class known as poor

The weather’s turning cooler and the governments much colder
The year still has its holidays though much fewer for the older
Through this maze of uncertainty, confusion and unrest
All I can do is batten down the hatches, smile and do my best