No Good Can Come... Poem by Bryan Taplits

We all sally forth-when young-
To see the grand goblin,
We're not afraid-for our youth is our shield-
We all eager to lead the grand parade.
But as we age-and time slides by-
We intuit that what was once is no more,
The cheddar we mice once relished and took in
Is now moldy,
debris left rancid on the floor.
For now all suspense has become a battered old chair
And the laughs are no longer as bright,
All the comedy of our lives
-unbeknownst to us-is now choreographed
By a swinging door-
And a schedule to a train in the night.