Alive Inside

Even as my hair turns grey,
I keep a little boy alive inside.

‘Cause he aint seen no rainy days.
And his little heart has never had to break.

I can see him in the mirror,
in my eyes, and in my hairline.

In my smile, in my talk,
in my manners and my thoughts.

He’s the friendships with my peers,
all the hand’s I’ve held with girls.

My brother’s guiding wing
is in the heart of that young boy.

It glows from down within me,
projects into the sky.

I can see my father in him.
His whole entire life is in that child.

My sisters gently rock him.
While Grandma wraps him up in hugs.

So the imagination, and the awe
of this boy have been my lenses.

I see new things every day.
breathe the air… thank the earth.

And even as my hair turns grey,
I keep that little boy alive inside.

— LeeSt1 —


About Lee Stone -leest1-

The world is changing: Stand for Something. Soporte Para Algo. Independent Poet/Artist. Portland, OR ·
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One Response to Alive Inside

  1. michellemuah says:

    and it’s good that you do.

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