So once a boy grew ev'ry day more big,
and able to do more things, with more strength,
and also with more streetwise ways to dig
more holes to help get in, or out, at length..
And being named like a great king's old dad
who taught his children well when they were kids,
this fellow leads me thinking (that's not sad)
about our parents' influence that's hid
sometimes within our minds, and ways we choose;
the things that give direction to our lives,
and form at length an artwork seen by who's..
..who's looking on, and lets our life survive..
sometimes it might be only in their own
imagination, memory, or mind,
their heart; for friendly people have been shown
to make more space on Earth for folk to find
a purpose bigger than their own desires,
which often-times are small, truncated things,
especially if our circumstance requires
more than we have been given. With no wings,
with not much that's invested in our lives,
(at least that's how we see things from our own
point of view), we think if we survive
so frugally we're not much worth. Point shown.
This boy would still be growing to a man.
Oh boy, a lot's at stake, choose well your help-
-ers. God help him! I'll gladly watch what can
be done by partnership with all that wealth.
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