Manhood Poem by Boston Kelley

The days of my youth pass by,
as adulthood eventually approaches.
The era of childhood could not last forever
since time moves all things forward.
Time, that mysterious thing, steals and gives
much to us.
Joyous days are brought too quickly to an end
as the mourning nights seemingly last forever.

Oh, how I miss the joys of my childhood!
Those wondrous and playful seasons!
My heart was free from worldly concerns
as my childlike joy overtook me.
Light burdens did I bear that enabled me to
walk taller and more firm.
Time did not favor me with longer youthful age
as the years passed.

Manhood waits for me around the corner like
a thief waiting to rob someone.
Its companions are not friendly for
they strike fear into my heart.
I look into their eyes and my limbs stiffen.
I gather the willpower to move but am too paralyzed.
My eyes vibrate with utmost intensity
as manhood grips me.

How long until I reach that corner?
When will the time to be a man grab me
from my peaceful walk?