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