As I gaze into the mirror
I find myself looking
staring,
wondering
why this is happening
to me.
I am not a little boy
that one played with toy cars,
or pretend I
was a superhero.
I am not the little boy who
wanted to start school
that played with my dad
or played in the mud.
Still...
I don’t notice
my feeling,
my growing,
and my talking.
I’m a young man
I can feel it
still...
I am the one playing with toy cars
pretend I am a superhero,
and playing with my dad.
A reflection of inner questions, who are we really! ! great piece, well thought out and delivered.. best wishes Jon
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If you were a boy, still I'll give my 10 for this cute emotional composition. Love it.