A Young Boy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Young Boy



Spinning happily in a small space of time, a young boy
creates his own frame of mind.

Thoughts crowding, racing around, chasing each other,
leaving a sense of adventure that must be explored.

Loving it's challenge, never giving in to defeat, a
young man's impressions of life remain sweet.

Yet, little does he know how ugly life can be, until
one day he is grown and can finally see.

Looking back through the mirror of his mind, memories
haunt him from childhood.

He forever seeks those good times, knowing in his heart
that they will never be again.

Sunday, September 14, 2014
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