A Waste of Potential

There once was a man who worked at Walmart
Who could do far more than read a chart.
He was really quite good at making art,
And truth be told, the man was rather smart.

He wanted better, with all of his heart
But he had to work with a shopping cart.
If only from his town he could depart,
If he could just get away he would dart.

A new life for himself he wished to start,
If on him, a chance, someone would impart.
But instead he lead his life oh so tart,
For no one stopped to save his soul, poor Bart.

He could well have been the next Descartes,
But no one ever helped him fulfill his part.


The End

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