For Whoever Finds It, an Original Poem

This is a short little poem I wrote in a few minutes.  Usually I'll only post material I've worked at; never something this rushed or rough.  Yesterday I was at an awesome activity with my LDS YSA Singles Ward friends in Manti UT, and in the attic there was an ol' fashioned type writer.  I had to write a poem!  Made me really appreciate spell check and being able to erase.  The title comes from the fact that I left the paper in the attic and didn't take it home; it'll probably get thrown away without a second look.  This is what I came up with.

"For Whoever Finds It"

 Coming from a little town

There was a boy who loved to frown

Around the town this boy would go

Miserable and all alone

His hair was brushed

His shirt was white

Straight A's, clean room, all was right

Though teachers pet he might have been

He never once had had a friend

When he grew up he went his way

Good school, good job, big house, good pay

Now he's old, alone and grey

Negatives is all he'll say

So never where an awful frown

An empty life for one renowned

~ Sarah Stufflebeam