This poem is dedicated to all the young people out there, finding their place in this world. I recently discovered my son had a talent- guitar player, composer and singer. He just started but I can see his passion for music. It’s a turning point in his life as he goes on to college and decides what he will do with the rest of his life.
I knew a boy who grew up to be a man
Of quiet strength and peace, he had an angel in his hand.
He had a gift of a smile that made the stars cry,
And the spirit of a dove, he discovered he could fly.
He didn’t have to listen and get approval any longer,
Disappointments and losses would make the man stronger.
It’s my turn, you’ve had yours, I’m gonna fly to the Sun.
But I’m smarter than Icarus, I’m gonna LIVE to have fun!
You can’t melt my wings, I’m in control of my flight.
I’m not afraid to fail a few times, cause I’ll get it right.
Winter comes quickly, ask any old soul…
They wonder where their youth went, lost sight of the goal.
Lost track of the time, lost time of the track-
Everyone knows they’ll never get it back.
I’m gonna pack my guitar, and play Life a song.
I’m gonna enjoy my springtime, and Life will play along.
And when Winter comes, I’ll stare him square in the eye
And I’ll just strum my guitar,
and continue to F-L-Y!
Just me and my angel and my new life ahead
I’ll never wonder “what if” of the life that I led.
I left behind kindness, a smile and a song
I didn’t waste my gifts, I passed them along…