He was sitting on the bus his self esteem in the dust <br />When he asked an old man if sadness is a must <br />If he can’t make the money then he’s sure to lose his honey <br />Hasn’t eaten all day you could probably hear his tummy <br />And the rent’s past due when her parent’s pass through <br />Their child’s life is such a mess it’ll make them achoo(!) <br /> <br />Old man looked at him as if his name was Adam <br />And said big problems can get broken down to atoms <br />Today’s disaster will be tomorrow’s plaster <br />Rebuild it how you want, don’t let it be the master <br />Opinions of mothers and goofy in-law brothers <br />Should never outweigh yours or your choosy lover <br /> <br />I listened to him teach cause he never once preached <br />And the things he was saying weren’t too far out of reach <br />Problems go on and on but they never stay that long <br />I turned to look at him but the old man was gone<br /><br />P.R. Prosper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cameo-pt-2/
