At the Top of my Twentieth Year
by William Bednar
With a trim and a slick
And a tie with a clip,
I imagine my boyhood is gone.
With my father's straight razor,
A new navy blazer,
I guess that it's time to move on.
No more sleeping all day
'Neath a tree in the wood,
Though the forest remembers my name.
With my black polished shoes
And a note from the blues
I am off to find fortune and fame.
On this third of November
The top of my twentieth year.
It's an air changing season
With plenty of reason
To stand up and conquer your fear.
And the forest remembers
Her old childhood members
E'en when they are searching for fame.
With a new navy blazer,
My father's straight razor,
I'm off to make fortune my name.
This is linked to the challenge for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Hello/Goodbye". I think this says goodbye and hello quite wonderfully and leaves this mom with a tear in her eye.
I have been swamped with the kids end of school activities/trips/shows (etc) and will be posting a few of my sons poetry over the next few weeks if I can find some that fit to specific challenges :) This one I thought worked quite well.