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Created on: February 22, 2009
In a sense there is not much common about him
his innocence a fleeting moment lost at birth and his intelligence of very little worth.
From the firts steps taken and the enivitable fall to follow the feeling was feirce and hard to swallow,
back on two feet and refusing to stay down he pulls himself up and makes his father proud,
now walking around theres alot of trouble to be found and when he sees something he likes its a matter of might versus will.
Will there be repercussions and how might he handle these?
Consequences seem trivial when young but wit age the severity will come.
"Bite your lip and hold your tounge before you do what is to be done"-
the loving words of a mother concerned now seem lost with her son.
A teen now he sees how he is perceived by friends
and those pressures without ends dont stop when school sends him to the real world.
Ill prepared and scared he feels first and thinks second,
moves are made under false pretence since each decision is clouded and infected,
misdirected by his tendency to let this emotion control his beat.
A drum with no rhythm makes no person dance and a man with pride inside him is subject to the circumstance,
in haste he makes an advance without considering, with pride comes disgrace he takes his stand to become humiliated.
Devastated his character learns that with the lowliest of positon his wisdom has a turn.
In life he is ashamed when he allows his pride to take the reigns in death he is not to blame for each man is but the same.
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