by Casalan

Created on: February 24, 2009

If be chance this poem you read,

the following things you must take heed.

I was once a boy like thee,

riding bikes and climbing trees.

Working towards my rockstar dreams,

doubted faith and what it means.

Slowly Son I learned of things,

saw what beauty knowledge brings.

Wished to inhale the whole world,

pushed aside all little girls.

Found a purpose to my being,

found life was not what it seems.

Living is not spending cash,

owning things and playing jazz.

But living is what's in-between,

the time you spend living your dream.

Upon this stubborn ears may burn,

so woe to you for what you earn.

To be a man is quite a task,

What is a man? this you may ask.

A man is one who tells the truth,

is not afraid to ask for proof.

A man fights only with his words,

with little need to yell and curse.

A man is he who sees the lies,

beneath that sexy flash disguise.

A man indeed knows what he needs,

and takes it when he earns his keep.

A man's responsibility,

is to unhold his family.

Protect and teach, provide and guide.

Together on this magic ride.

Of all the words I say in this,

accept the world for what it is.

A bitter place where trouble looms,

and your job is to clean your room.

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