A MAD SCRAMBLE

There is the mad scramble
of youth
to get there,
to make it,
to be noticed,
admired,
and loved
by all
you see
or say hello
to
until the knees
buckle and shoelaces
weep.

Then,
the scramble,
a bit madder,
to stay there
wherever
there is.

And,
finally,
the maddest
scramble to
unscramble
the scramble.

I'll take mine
with bacon.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2009-2013