Old Boy

Old Boy In the valley Of my soul Lives a boy Who never grows old The kid’s a keeper Of my regrets He holds the key To all my secrets He opens the book Of shame and self doubt Turning pages To purge it all out Chapters need reading And read with a shout Ones like The Boy And The Older Adults Deep inside The young man resides Living with scars His needs unrealized Gifts from within Came with no guide Art, words and music So little applied Outside now He runs a lame man Running as fast As doubting feet can Keeping his friends At bay with his plans Rarely giving them All that he can Same with music And all his art Never near finished But boy what a start Always the actor Doing his part Playing for laughter With a sad heart Bill MacEachern September 2016