Gabe The Warrior

He showed me the stitches on his forehead He then told me how profusely he had bled, And when the nurse was giving him his stitches All that he thought about was the itches. Then he knew that he finally received his own battle scar Rumors about him soon will spread near and far, All the girls will now will want to give him a wink And all the bad guys that want to mess with him, will just think. Now he has a battle scar like the other men And even one probably like one of his own kin, Now he is part of a very exclusive guild Where other battle scarred members have stories to yield. Then when on his forehead they placed a bandaid He said that is not how a true man is made, He said girls are made from skirts, dresses and shoes While men are made from bumps and cuts and the occasional bruise. Now when he walks into a room people will both point and stare At the scar and at the stitches on his forehead beneath his hair, They will know that a tough person that he must really be When he runs and talks about his scar with jokes and glee. He'll showed off his scar as a Olympic star would show off his medallion He will then have the persona like a fierce, wild stallion, Then of course he will be saddened a-bit, soon one day When he is told by family and friends that his scar will not stay. But, of course there are more roads and adventures for him to meet Both in the school or playing in the park or on the street, And this warrior I must say is very brave, reckless and bold This warrior Gabe, is just 5 years old. Randy L. McClave