I used to know him
I used to know that boy….
That would never tell a lie, when you explain something to him
Always quick to ask you why,
and if something pained him dearly …wasn’t afraid to ever cry.
I used to know that boy….
That cracked a smile all the time,
that pestering child pulling on his grandfather’s shirt always begging for a dime.
I used to know that boy….
That when it came to life had a lot of fascination, baseball, artwork, poetry…
Always searching for a good laugh had a distaste for procrastination.
still I age..
like a captured lion in a cage… gradually losing my ferocity.. but inside I rage.
Still I age..
Sitting still in your thinking…“you could never know me”.. but if you really wanna know just ask, feel free!
I swear the more I’ve aged man….
That boys gotten bolder, his heart’s grown harder, and his blood more colder.
I swear… the more I’ve aged
He doesn’t even smile anymore,
looking battle hardened like he’s been away fighting a war, when I asked him where he’s been he just shrugs his shoulder.
I swear… the more I’ve aged
I told him sorry…
for not having his back…
I should’ve been there over the years I should’ve never done that,
I just knew it would scar me.
Still I Age,
like a captured lion in a cage… gradually losing my ferocity.. but inside I rage.
Still I age…
Sitting still in your thinking…“you could never know me”.. but if you really wanna know just ask, feel free!
By: Anthony R Barber Jr
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