Treasure Island

Philip Charles Brown


I Was a Boy


I was a boy I did not understand
that things get crazy and out of hand
I was a boy and could not see
That one day you would not be
I was a boy and trusted all
I did not know that things may fall
I was a boy and wondrously
I thought all was clear, I would always see
I was a boy and gazed in wonder
I thought there was a place to hide from thunder
I was a boy and expected that
I would know where home was at
I was a boy and knew that family
would always be at hand for me
I was a boy and thought that I
would live forever and would never die
I was a boy and depended on
The sun to shine down upon
Then one day I was a man
I realized, I don't understand

Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 23, 2013
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