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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