A dull lead pencil
Full of promise, unsharpened
Waiting for the blade
Soon to draw the dreams he’s made
Bright with hopes that never fade
There are skills to hone
To prepare for what’s ahead
And talents to train
There’s no time to hesitate
Can’t leave the future to fate
He looks to the past
His childhood role models
Their wisdom to gain
That they be his guiding light
In all ventures he might fight
The path is unknown
But his steps grow ever sure
Heart aligned with truth
Though storms may rise, he’ll still cope
Fueled by fire and guided hope
No more child remains
Yet the child still lives within
Laughing in his chest
He walks on with lifted chin
Not quite where, but knowing when
05-10-2025
© F Aparici