The Pier Of Life

A boy stands on the pier of life,
watches others sail to new lands,
knowing his turn must come.

He wonders how to be a man,
takes on his responsibilities
with reluctance and uncertainty
filching the easy way till it ain’t easy anymore

He makes his choices
believing he knows what he is doing,
while understanding that he doesn’t have a clue

When insecurity declares
that he isn’t man enough to travel on his own
he pretends his love and finds
a partner for the journey

In the new land, with little wealth to his name,
he uses his wits and joy in his heart
to create what he can and steal what he can’t.

He takes his place – with bluster, bravado
and an arrogant claim that he can read the stars -
to hide the feelings of a lost little boy
in this strange new world

Like all imperialists before him,
he eagerly stakes his claim to native territory,
pillaging where he can, investing his labours where he must

Clumsily, he assaults this strange landscape,
imposes his comforts and traditions,
ignores the wisdom of those that came before,
calls them ignorant savages that must be civilized

His wealth emerges, his larder fills, his family grows,
his time passes - and his heart empties,
missing the lost thrills of ignorance and youth

His work diminishes, time slows,
leaves reflections on what has been,
what could have been, what has yet to be
in this journey he has fumbled through

A man stands on the pier of life,
watches others sail to new lands,
knowing his turn must come.

 

 

     

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