I ~ A child enters the world; mid-spring month of May,
Takes his first breath; on his very first day,
Communication unscripted; just cry to ad-lib,
His whole world revolves; around life in his crib.
II ~ Mom, Dad and his Sister; take him for a stroll,
The carriage’s wheels; squeak, wobble and roll,
There’s sunshine, fresh air; lilacs’ fragrant traces,
Leaves of green, clouds of white; smiles on family faces.
III ~ He hears others speak; he soon learns to talk,
Watches in awe; as upright, people walk,
Soon crawling on floor; leads to unsteady standing,
Takes first baby steps; his world is expanding.
IV ~ Looking down at the ground; can be dreary milieu,
To stand on two feet, expands his worldly view,
His new outlook on life, will enrich, empower,
Sunrays on one’s face; means to outshine and tower.
V ~ Each day in, day out; it’s playtime for this child,
With neighborhood pals; imaginations run wild,
With the out-of-doors turf; now under his feet,
He heeds parents’ warnings, “Stay out of the street!”
VI ~ He pedals his kiddie car; likewise with his trike,
Both soon abandoned; he learns to ride bike,
Training wheels are soon off; he’s giddy with glee,
Speeds down a hill’s sidewalk; feels totally free!
VII ~ One late p.m. summer; setting sun, western haze,
At his back are the sunbeams; cast a sight to amaze,
For this boy, who oft wishes; to be adult tall,
His long shadow appears; he no longer feels small.
VIII ~ The downtown four corners; present a new land,
To cross Michigan Ave.; Dad holds onto son’s hand,
Explains what the walk/don’t walk signals all mean,
“Look both ways”, his Dad warns, “Make sure you’ve been seen.”
IX ~ His first day at school; that special September,
His teacher shares knowledge; to learn and remember,
He quickly absorbs; all that’s worth knowing,
His mind and world, both; are constantly growing.
X ~ For reasons he never; can comprehend fully,
He soon becomes victim; of more than one bully,
Monday through Friday; school grades 4 through 8,
He incurs their taunts, torture; their punches and hate.
XI ~ His principal / teacher; tell him not to tattle,
Won’t lift a finger; to end playground battle,
Sure, kid thugs move on; the boy loses them gladly,
Still, things could not have been; timed out more badly.
XII ~ That’s when woes worsen; deep sorrow sets in,
What he can’t face; his grotesque teenage skin,
With emotions tanked out; his will to live sinking,
Instead of enlarging; his world is now shrinking.
XIII ~ Spends countless “date nights”; in exile in his room,
Alone in life’s limbo; faces darkness and gloom,
This “no-win” confounds; his four walls confine,
His “prison cell” world; measures ten feet by nine.
XIV ~ A few kindhearted girls; accept his exterior,
Their warm smiles tend to soothe; his feelings inferior,
But true love’s elusive; stored on the top shelf,
That’s way out of reach; when one can’t love one’s self.
XV ~ His cap and gown cap off; grade K through 12 knowledge,
Soon earns his degree, too; at near hometown college,
But when Mom and Dad start; to feel ill, feel old,
He helps out at home; puts his life on hold.
XVI ~ For the next thirty years; he works odd jobs, as well,
Labors hard behind gates; which enclose Retail Hell,
Endures the low pay; bosses’ oft nutty notions,
To stay close to home; passes up most promotions.
XVII ~ So selfless is he; he had totally neglected,
To network, make friends; to stay well connected,
With Mom, Dad now dead; good life’s beyond hope,
To see his small world; he’d need a microscope.
XVIII ~ His age and health issues; now breathe down his neck,
Retail’s “lift lead” “stand long”; left his bod a wreck,
At the end of each day; as his mind drifts toward slumber,
Asks, “How soon before God, calls up my number?”
XIX~ Wonders, too; when we die; what really remains?
Do our memories; our dreams; outlive our brains?
Will our atoms float lonely; in cold cosmos so vast?
Will they create future life; from our life in the past?
XX ~ Having opted out from; the parenthood matter,
His unique double helix; will unwind and scatter,
His blogged sentiments are; his one, last, sure bet,
For it’s been said nothing dies; when it “hits” Internet.
XXI ~ When will the “child” exit his world? Hard to say,
But he will take his last breath; his very last day,
Once talked out and cried dry; he’ll get his first gander,
At a world which revolves; around something far grander.