A Boy Who Grew Up Poem by Jose Maret

About a man who lived a boy once
When time was in abundance
A search he had every day in turn
A ploy played in turn to never return
No answers he felt needed as hinder
To stop the moment in a linger
Until the day came when a fallen leaf
Shone light on the forgotten sheaf
Those adventures in solitude
The tones escaping a moan in interlude
Anticipation heavy on lids, he sat down
Naked, vulnerable, ready to mourn
Opening many a door in him to see
Yellow and brown, arrive to relieve
The years washed in uncertain ways
But still white not grey this may