Teen Angst He was under the tall oak, Watching the river's ebb and flow below, In tattered blue jeans and a beige shirt, A confused young man. Using all his "wealth" of knowledge, Those films, books and all that music, Searching for help in other's salvation, To help him in his darkest hour. So much love, So much hope, So many worries, So much lonliness with which to cope. Mislead by false impressions, I wonder if it gets better. For his pain is my pain too. Back