Old BoyA Poem by Bill MacEachernBio
In the valley of my soul
Lies a boy who'll never grow old The keeper of secrets..some I have told. He holds the key of ones I withhold To open this book of shame and self doubt He'll need the gold key to purge it all out Chapters need reading and read with a shout Ones like "The Boy And The Older Adult" Deep inside..where the other side hides Lives a scarred boy..his needs unrealized Gifts from within, come with no guide Art, words and music..so little applied Outside now, he runs a lame man He runs as fast as doubting feet can Keeping his friends at bay with his plans Rarely giving them all that he can Same with music and with his art Never near finished, but boy what a start Always the actor..doing his part Playing for laughter With such a sad heart © 2016 Bill MacEachernAuthor's Note
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