When I was a young boy,
I enjoyed...
The freedom of not making sense,
When jumping over fences then.
When I...
Did annoy,
I employed...
A look of innocence defending,
A right to make up alibis.
I did not know,
I was denying in hiding.
Or protecting a falsity seen.
I was just a little boy.
And playing that 'little' boy scene.
But..
Today so much I've grown,
To show I have courage.
With a nourishing of integrity.
And today I want it known,
Dignity and pride I will leave.
And what that means.
When I was a young boy,
I enjoyed...
The freedom of not making sense,
When jumping over fences then.
When I...
Did annoy,
I employed...
A look of innocence defending,
A right to make up alibis.
But today I'm not afraid,
To say I've made mistakes...
That bother me.
And I,
Wish to be forgiven...
For not catching mistakes I leave.
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Beautifull, I loved every part of it well done sir!