Once a boy
Who had no worries.
Who always laughed
And who cared as well.
Who ran and play
With no care at all.
A child of the ages
Who no longer exist.
All there is now
Is the man.
Who stands his ground
With a stone, cold glare.
Who never gives up
Until they get what they want.
Who never crys
Or even laughs.
No longer is he
The boy of the past.
He is a man
And a man he shall be.
