Skeleton People Poem by Dorsey Baker

As small children
Often do
You laughed and made fun of them
Sometimes you pinched and pulled
Their saggy skin
You laughed at
Their too big noses
Upon their too small faces
Most of them
Their mouths toothless
Their eyes sunk deep
And dark with mystery
Their bones sqeaking silently
From the pain
Like doors opened and closed
Way too many times
Sometimes they look
And sound too much like monsters
Their high
Thin squeaky voices
Crying out
You asked yourself how long
It took them to become like this
But it's just the damage that life
Has inflicted upon them
That has placed its mark upon them
Father time
Mother nature
So funny it is the old people
You spent so much time laughing
And making fun of
When you were children
You yourself
Have now become one of them!