There is but
One simple truth
My dear boy
We are either
Growing or we’re
Dying there’s no
Middle ground move
From bear to bike
To car to
Boy and be
Your best self
That’s what you
Have to do
There is but
One simple truth
My dear boy
We are either
Growing or we’re
Dying there’s no
Middle ground move
From bear to bike
To car to
Boy and be
Your best self
That’s what you
Have to do
And like the
Start of one
Thing and the
End of another
Like the warmth
Of summer meeting
The crisp fall
Or the blanket
Of leaves comforted
By snow we
Have met here
In the middle
Of everything else
And then when
Hope seems lost
A hand reaches
Down and turns
Up your chin
And there smiling
Down upon you
Is your future
Like a bright
Sun breaking through
The leaves of
Despair bathing you
In the light
Of another day
Turn towards its
Smiling face knowing
You are alive
Oh don’t you
Know that it
Takes time for
A bulb to
Become a blossom
Or an acorn
To spread its
Canopy so why
Do we insist
That anything including
Love is immediate
Plant the seeds
Of curiosity water
Them with affection
And after time
A bouquet appears
And while standing
In a crowd
You brushed against
Me by accident
Noticed but brief
Cautious and concerned
I checked for
My wallet but
Discovered that the
Only thing that
You stole was
Simply my heart