Michael Troy Buffo

Rookie - 27 Points (2/15/66 / Vallejo, California)

The Generation Cycle - Poem by Michael Troy Buffo

We kept to ourselves most of the time,
We never committed any special crime
We'd hang out under a street lamp
We even stayed if it began to get damp.
We left them alone; figured they'd to the same
But I guess that wasn't part of their game.
They'd call us hood - straight to our faces!
And we'd turn away, utter disgraces
But that's in the past, and it's something I dread;
Half of us are gone and half of them are dead.
To dwell on the future will most likely be best
And I'll probably do it 'til I go to my rest
The future must hold something for me -That, I know!
But for now, I'll just sit and watch my beard grow
They sat that tomorrow is a new day,
But look at me now, I'm so old and gray
I can't say much more, for it's getting quite hard,
Except: I WANT THOSE DAMN PUNKS OUT OF MY YARD! !


Comments about The Generation Cycle by Michael Troy Buffo

  • Brian Dorn (6/1/2006 2:50:00 PM)


    Michael, funny ending! That's what happens when you get old. Good write! !
    Brian
    (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 7, 2010


Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
[Report Error]