Like a big boy, I said,
“Go ahead, find your new way.
I’ve made my choice;
I’ve heard the voice;
Move forward, always forward.”
But the little boy saw you
Reaching for tomorrow,
Definitively, purposefully,
Reaching for tomorrow.
He must confess, wistfully, longingly,
In the third person,
His sorrow,
Mixed with bright prayer.
©2013 Bob Mason
7/26/2013
It's been some time since I had to write a poem.
