Future Unforeseen Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

future unforeseen
I was flipping burger it was my birthday
and I was 25 years old. It was a late night burger shack
we had our shares of drunks and good
time girls and they behaved nicely and sometimes
I followed one of them home so they didn’t have to face
the morning alone in the trailer park.
And since it was by birthday I wondered if I would be
flipping burger 50 years from now.
These days I flip words around served with French
innuendo and tomato sauce made of frustration.
but it could have been worst I could have been frying burgers
but being 75 walk home alone