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[mayorpoe]

there's nothing to change the outcome
of the lonely boys fate which lingers within
from birth til dawn it waits for the day of recognition
that only comes once the thought of death arrives
at the mind of the one time young child now old man
rocking into memorys telling his storys
of the wars he was a part of and the medals he recieved
the wounds from the wall of bullets and the soldiers he saved
his thought then was I can't wait to leave
now he just wants his childhood to go run and be free
with no help required to jump out of bed to watch the early morning sun
rise from its slumber behind the trees of the forest
where this man built his first tree house from what could find
or buy with the money he saved for days for a hammer and a nail
this man only wishes to be young to join his grandsons
in a game of football on thanksgiving day to remember the days he played
the touchdowns he scored and the cheers from the crowd
half time chats with the coach about the history of the school and team
but nobody knows if these storys are true
they only help the ones in need, needing somewhere to go
to avoid the trouble in the days that surround us
besides the days of the man with the boy inside
so he tells these storys truth or not
from his great imaganation where the storys were made true
if only to himself in this thoughtless world of ruin

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