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The Manchild

You were a boy, just learning to be alive

Coming home when the streetlights shone

Sneaking a flashlight to read under the covers

Fleeing on your bike, away from trouble

Hot, endless summers spent in sepia-toned memory


You were a teenager, still largely the same

Still learning how to be yourself

Learning how other people worked, too

Working your first jobs to save for a car

Staying up late, learning to play guitar under the stars


You were a man, and already touched by tragedy

Loving to live, living to love, and learning - still learning

Delighting in others' delight

Sharing in others' sorrows

The wisdom of freedom fiery in your heart


You were a man - with a capital M

You've loved, been loved, had children

You still delight in learning, but now tinged with hardship

"Whatever will be, will be," you find yourself thinking

Recognizing that your freedom is chained, you still feel free


You are nearing the end

A man, and a broken one

Leaving a legacy of kindness, and compassion

Fighting a losing battle, you're still learning

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three



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