There is a scene
Of a man and a boy
Well known in fact
It symbolizes the wisdom
It is being passed
We watch as the Man
Shows this boy he is a fan
You see the Man begins to spell out
Every major incident
In this young boy’s life
As if he lived it himself
The boy could only listen in awe
For everything he said was true
But who is this man, in shades of blue
He shows the boy a true man’s hue
The Man says: “What is wrong young man
You should be happy; you’re in your youth
The world is open to you.”
The boy responds, “ I know sir but it hurts
I have lost my purpose on this earth
The sun and stars have lost their shine
I have gone color blind
No longer able to see the rainbow
The rain is dry, the summer is cold
Birds no longer sing the sweet melody of spring
Do you understand what I mean.”
The man smiles warmly
Fully understanding the boy
He lovingly states, “ I have seen this before
In the face of a man your age
Not long ago
It is the loss of a girl is it not
I know how you feel, being in this rut
You feel empty, at loss
Wonder if this is worth the cost
But I tell you my boy, don’t give up
Just like the trees that do not bear fruit
They try again in the spring
Planting their roots deeper
Finding that potential
It’s quite essential.”
“But so much has happened sir
She brought life to the flowers
Nectar to the bees, and peace to me
Her eyes shine of bright blue skys
Her heart sang, and I listened,”
The man joins, in tempo
While the young, was lost in limbo
They both smoothly recited
“I listened, I heard
To a melody so sweet but sour
The song of a character
Way beyond ours
She sang with a voice so proud and loud
She sang with a song, such; it sung at the purest choir.”
The boy looks at the man
He is bewildered
“Sir do you know about my one
Desire, desire to be with her.
Desire to hold her
Desire to comfort her
Desire to…”
The man again in unison
“Desire to love her!”
The man humbly proclaims
“ I came to see
That face I mentioned of a lost young man
Who needs help
Being reminded of what is at hand
You are young and strong and bold
Nothing will be able to hold
Your ravenous hunger to become
The man ,I have you see, before you
Remember all is not lost
I felt your pain, but rejoice my boy
Be glad that it happened
Though we lost her, it is a crime
But you have plenty of time
Patience is the enemy of man kind
But its salvation
You see my young man it’s a lesson
To show
That in every great man’s life there is woe.
The boy looks to him, deep in thought
“Wait you mean to say…”
The man is gone
We see the well-known scene
Of a boy becoming a man
Through the years he has learned
There is a greater lesson at hand,
ready to be taught
For what must be fought.
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