Coming to Terms

A tale for children to delight,
For all they understand is black and white,
Of men who fought for wrong and right.
An evil cause to smite.

A day’s warmth evaporates into cold,
A schoolboy’s imagination becomes bold
Dreaming to be some hero of ‘olde
Stealing all the dragon’s gold.

A teenager faces his own plight,
Of self-concocted existential fright.
His future may appear bright,
Harbinger of change full of spite.

Teenage vows to never join the fold,
Quickly dissipate as one grows old.
Taxes paid for items bought and sold,
Changes in heart appear when polled.

An adult’s fears may fall into respite,
When conversation becomes polite.
Forgiving even a major slight,
His modesty is at its height

The norm in which one has enrolled,
Ambitious passions dissipate and fold.
Even when he does as he is told,
A man’s life is never truly a mold.

As one nears the end of a page,
You can develop the wisdom of a sage.
Silently pent up and entombed with rage,
Alone and with a personality to assuage

Me, I’d rather quietly earn my wage,
Never standing out in my age,
Possibly stuck in some obvious cage,
Purposely avoiding the glamour of the stage.

Let me be open and forthright,
Instead of suffocating in trite meaningless blight,
Venture to move towards the light,
And give up trying to smite,
Those who merely seek to be alright.

A noble cause one must fight,
Pursuing pleasure within the fright,
Nobody wrong yet nothing is right,
We learn to revel in our plight.
For fear cascading through the night,
Is truly our heart’s delight.