Vee Bdosa Poet Light Verse

The Boy I Was

THE BOY I WAS
Freckles and frogs 
but no smelly bouquet
holding his hair 
is just dirt or red clay
doesn't have time 
to be blowing his nose
and when he wrestles 
he tears up his clothes.

He makes a ribbon 
and wears it with pride
proving he won't 
be put down or aside,
loss of a tooth 
or black of an eye,
king of the mountain 
who'll never say die.

Laughing about 
litlle girls' funny ways;
he just won't mind 
if she goes or she stays,
but if a bully 
has trouble to stir,
she'll not forget,
he'll be there for her.

Yes he can dream, 
there are things to be done,
all of his life,
 it's not all having fun,
when it's the end 
he'll look back with a smile,
so very glad he's 
been here for a while.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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