We Were Boys

Let's put away our childish toys We men we all come from small boys We run we climb, we cover ourselves with grime Our screaming and our filth is our joys. We curse and we spit as we are boys Fighting and shouting we make our noise We throw sticks and rocks, we won’t wear socks. Our lifestyle as imps we proudly poise. We run through the rain we play in the mud Our merit badges is our scars and blood We sport black eyes, they are our grand prize We’ll run towards tornado’s and we’ll swim in a flood. Girls we see them as our enemy They are sweet and gentle and they will not tame me They won’t run and play, their parents they obey We want only friends and they want a family. Now one day a suit and tie it must be worn The playgrounds of our yesterdays we will sadly mourn But for those days we must not grieve, we must truly believe That one day to us men, a son will be born. Randy L. McClave