And,
What,
Does that mean?
Was it an age,
Or a stage?
Was there a
Here marks the spot
In time
Or space,
Or, perhaps,
More gradual,
An insidious process of
Transformation.
I never felt it happen,
First
Baby
Then child
Adolescent
And man.
The final common pathway
For us guys
That is –
Women,
I imagine
Follow a similar course.
Something I know
Is.
When I open my eyes,
When I climb out of bed,
Watch
The sun rise
Or set
Or stare into the eyes of my dog,
I am nowhere a man,
Not a mensch,
Not a grown-up, adult, bloke,
Just me,
At some point
In time.
Beautiful!
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And possibly you are an embodiment and amalgamation and always been
so as ‘me’, incorporating the child ,the boy ,the adolescent ( and need this , We need our childlike selves).
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Sometimes too childlike!
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