The Search For Manhood

I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood, Never taught initiative and action to wield. Ducked away from my call, chose inaction’s shield I wish to be that man, I know I could. I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood, Never taught to strive to be the best. Accepted mediocrity, letting go of the quest, I wish to be that man, I know I should. I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood, Never taught to respect my desires and needs. Told to beg for wants, as my worth recedes, I yearn to be that man, I know I would. I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood, Never taught to give love to others’ hearts. Believed love was limited, torn apart, I beg to be that man, one never misunderstood. I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood, I know not more than most boys. Focused on grades, girls, and fleeting joys, Can I be that man? Is there even a likelihood? Every waking moment, I ponder, In the dawn of adulthood, my soul is urged. To look at me and ask, Am I that man, who emerged? As time flows as it should, My wisdom grows long, I strive to be the man I could, I can change. That is good.