The Boy Poem by Louis Cecile

Free as a boy playing by a well

Danger and excitement to him it is joy

No fear the entrapment of risk

Weighs not on his mind

Tomorrow is today

He lives simple no pausing

The cause of decision is not precise like a medical incision

Full of creativity often dismissed as a wild child

He laughs at adults afraid once they step outside

What mysteries can he tell

Let us look inside the well

A velocity transponds

The young boy did fell

What of life can past by

As he surely will die

Does he have regret or follow the ride

Young in spirit

He rejoices to live then to die