Reflections

It is not a Racial theme it is simply a man and his inner child.

The Boy lay down at night, believing in the Holy light.

The Man sits forward in light, dreading the coming night.

The Boy plays with his friends, happy as can be, While

The Man tries to make amends with an old enemy.

The Boy sits, waiting patiently while

The Man squirms in his seat anxiously.

The Boy is alone, but content with his imaginations, while

The Man is frightened by the nearby machinations.

The Boy is unafraid of an evil that is there, While

The Man is afraid of a Blessing that is Fair.

The Boy starts losing all his hair, but is Happy-go-lucky without a single care.

The Man is destraught and in despair, Because no matter where he goes he feels like no one cares.

The Boy walks home from school one day and fixes something to eat;

The Man stoops down to have a sniff at his treat.

The Boy Looks in the mirror and sighs,

The Man looks in the mirror and Cries,

They Both look at each other in surprise,

saying to themselves, "We have the same eyes..."

Every detail exact, the same posture in fact.

The boy with a suit and tie, a man with a mournful cry.

They sit and Cry many tears together because of the wasted years that they'll never again have the chance to make amends.

The man inside the boy, The boy inside the man.