What a Waste

The clock ticks, I wait

The stone walls and granite floor temper the mood

Is it judgement day?

Nope, just more time and money given away

It’s the first time in seeing mister

Nothings changed

Just more bs

The scales oddly balance one way

What was it for?

Why did I do it?

For what, for who?

So many questions, but no answers

The kids, now adults, MUMs the word

Nothing to be said I guess

What about those memories?

What about all that time spent?

The hockey, the riding, the trips, the fun?

Oh, what a waste

Where is the meaning?

Where is the joy?

What about love?

Maybe it just is,

Maybe this is the lesson

All that work

Maybe for nothin…

Karen Pattington