one day, the boy grew older
One day, the boy grew older.
He was steadfast; he loved, lost and sometimes became a good shoulder.
He learned to let go of boyish things.
He grew a voice, slightly deeper, and learned about feelings.
There were things he said that felt out of place.
More often than not, his peers never understood his take.
So, the old boy dumped his trust in words and sounds.
He spent alone time in the world.
Wound up with wounds, deep notes, and heart scars.
Waited, each time for his turn. For his star.
Some nights — heavier than most, some feistier than others.
Sometimes, he felt, he could last forever.
But, the boy knew.
That grey would come as sure as the sun.
So he blew goodbye and set aside, the ways of youth and forged anew.
Tall, lean, heavy with memory.
He struts alone, with experienced truth as felony.
He speaks in parables, they think he rambles.
He tells tales of caution, from all locations.
His heart is ready, to give away.
The things he now knows he won’t take on his way.