Teenage Boy

He used to run right down the street
A giggling as he went
A light-hearted and cheery boy
Without a care, intent
On having fun, on growing up
On simply being he
But then he mastered older years
The walk of puberty

His friends arrived; they’d nodded to
Each other, said few words
Then walked in quiet and passive file
Towards bus stop I’ve heard
They’d grown by now to near six foot
Where had my baby gone
A boy so tall and serious
Was this life going wrong?

Or was this how it’s meant to be
In teen years; testing time
To leave the laughs of childish play
And reckon, reason, rhyme
To move into the adult world
Where none dare mess about
Or at least that’s what I think they think
Where none dare jest and shout

For in his adolescence he’s
Become so very stern
With weight of world upon his back
As lessons still are learned
But then the odd thing glimmers through
Of lad with boyish charms
That lives to love and loves to live
So really there’s no harm

And thus when looking at him go
A walking down the road
A smile creeps in to think what he
Considers; how he goads
With adulthood, with growing up
With how he’s “meant” to be
And I smile to think how he’ll behave
When he is forty three!

Teenagers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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