In dominion where sadness looms steps had the gloom
Determine to let boys make their own edgy mistakes,
Unafraid, they find courage again to embrace dream,
And doom becomes the light springs when morning rises.
And drift into another day when red eyes went astray,
Burning lust and dust down the vague road to another
Starlit games find chances to reactivate venue and play
But fortunes favour the boys who stop to ponder.
Sometimes they talk and don't turn up to do anything,
When you need them most they leave things to burn,
Iron and pottery, ruffle and tussle waging war waiting
To heap on friends fire of forgiveness in the engine room.
There is a body of opinion, mythical and delusional,
Boys will be boys embark on missions together
Scroungers, soldier's follow after fellow professional,
Wind and rain cannot nullify any of their splendour.
Loved by girls in the wildest arena passions evoke,
Income years turn the journey from boys into men,
No more toys to change and make them fit for work
Only older veterans dream of honour and illusions.
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