"For God's sake, act like a grown up!" I often wonder at time what the benchmarks for manhood are (well, aside the beards and other hairy showings and biceps - which in my case are hidden). Somehow it seems that the more we progress, the less we do. Figure that one out for yourself.
Today, I'm putting up one of my poems here, just to share my thots with you...you...you...you...
"Grow up!"
Untitled.
The birth of the man
Is not the babe’s demise,
For it will return
In quiet steps
Subtly rehearsed,
And reclaim its place,
Banishing the man
To eternal sleep.
Or maybe not;
It may decide
To vanish,
Yet live side by side –
An impact here,
A showing there.
Ever the perfect
Puppeteer.
