Monday, March 11, 2013

An Ode to Eighteen

He is a Prince
The son of a King
His skin is chocolate brown
With royalty, he gleams

Yet he is very young
Ready to learn & know himself
Time to put childish things
Away, up on a shelf

The world is so big
Learning lessons & hard times will come
But he is ready
Because he is in no way dumb

As time went on, the prince evolved into a King
He is smart, sensual, wise, intelligent
and a fine, sexy thing

He has become a true man
Honest of his word
Taking care of his family
His vision unblurred

He is an artist, a mechanic
and, oh, so much more
Since he walked down the path
Through that eighteen-year old door

:-)

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