The Search For Manhood
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught initiative and action to wield.
Ducked away from my call, chose inaction’s shield
I wish to be that man, I know I could.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to strive to be the best.
Accepted mediocrity, letting go of the quest,
I wish to be that man, I know I should.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to respect my desires and needs.
Told to beg for wants, as my worth recedes,
I yearn to be that man, I know I would.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to give love to others’ hearts.
Believed love was limited, torn apart,
I beg to be that man, one never misunderstood.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
I know not more than most boys.
Focused on grades, girls, and fleeting joys,
Can I be that man? Is there even a likelihood?
Every waking moment, I ponder,
In the dawn of adulthood, my soul is urged.
To look at me and ask,
Am I that man, who emerged?
As time flows as it should,
My wisdom grows long,
I strive to be the man I could,
I can change. That is good.
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