Hey Kid Poem by Ima Ryma

Hey kid, sometimes I think about
All of your dreams you were full of,
How your life would go well no doubt,
How you would not make hate but love.
Hey kid, you treasured hope you had
That as you got older you would
Keep out of trouble and the bad,
And set your sights on doing good.
Hey kid, you had that zest of youth,
Courage to crusade to take part
In your soul searching for the truth,
Saged wisdom with young lion heart.

Hey kid, you dreamed of who you'd be.
Hell, that you turned out to be me.