Death of a boy

Written by: Jay Anderson-Taylor child! See what you have become? Once a babbling fool who dribbled and drooled 
and waited for his every meal. Then a clumsy clown who would sometimes stumbled bumbled 
and would fall down...whose silly laugh would fill a room with laughter and a coo. Then into a 
pre-teen goof whose voice seemed to go up and down without control and a poor aim that 
never seem to find the center of the toilet bowl! Then a awkward young man who's face look 
like a bumpy hill and eye's that seemed to follow every young girls move, but with no swagger 
in your next standing before me a man has been born. My baby boy had 
died, but there was no time to mourn for it was a birth of a man and the death of a boy.