How precious is this gift we call life?
We take it for granted when we choose wrong over right
Life has lessons that we must learn again and again
We must learn from our mistakes bad boys to grown men
From early childhood boys are taught to be tough
While most girls are prissy most boys are rough
From adolescence to teens these made mad rules we try to bend
Only to realize it is easy to comply bad boys to grown men
As this precious gift gets more seasoned
Why do us boys do thoughtless actions for no reason?
Trouble has no name but has many friends
Your associate list will get smaller bad boys to grown men
Finally we begin to behave like adults
And we quickly realize that true decision making requires thought
But we find ourselves being mischievous every now and then
Another pointless mistake bad boys to grown men
Now we truly understand the precious gift that god granted us
No more late Saturday's, your maturity has made you religious
As you see your seeds blossom and your grandson tenure begins
You realize life lessons has prepared you to turn bad boys into grown men
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life has lessons that we must learn, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.