Tall Tanned Boy
The tall tanned boy, Stood by the cornice of the building. Glancing at the road beneath, The path stood staunch as a milestone That labeled yet another customary, novel chapter Of his burdened chronicle. The tall tanned boy, Fancied if the rumors were true, Of the day he was born; Of the handsome frolics And the parade of folks, Amused at the new arrival. The tall tanned boy, Turned down the truth Of these bewitching stories; As he recalled, The chain of life episodes that pulled him, To the cornice of the building. The tall tanned boy, Continued to walk through the memory tunnel, Of tender years; That brought appreciation for excellence. Along with the dreary hope; Fatiguing him of their burden. The tall tanned boy, Ran through the grounds of youth, Of the days that demanded no heed. The hours he spent breathing for 'them', The hours he spent desk-bound, And those he couldn't- being imprudent. The tall tanned boy, Longed for his pulse like...