When boys begin to think as men;
and maturity becomes more than a game.
When hard decisions leave a sour taste
yet take you must, however unpleasant.
When a mother's smothering
becomes no more than a necessary nuisance;
needed, yet a nuisance all the same.
When alone you must walk,
cold and in strange haven;
and among the unknown you must abide.
Tank! tank! tank!
Sounds from the forge.
Iron hammer against iron anvil,
in between, must metal succumb will to craftsman's mold
Therein, lies the lesson of life
and understand, a man need's must.
So when boys begin to think as men,
Then shall greatness shine unbid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you write well of life realities, boys need to grow; when we are young we think as such but when we grow we've gotta put childishness aside and be able to take strong decisions. God bless you
Exactly, Sometimes we forget when all boyishness must come to an end. Thank you