He sets on the front porch looking out at the world that has passed him by. He is not sad or scared anymore,
for her has learned as his body fails him how to spot and pick the good thing from the river of life. with dreams from his past, he watches the young and the strong slash
in the water of life and struggles agest the flow or diving in with no cares in the world.
he watches as the young pass by him some looking but not seeing him others with questions not asking but some take the steps to his porch and seek his knowledge
their eye scared but hopeful, there harts ponding but not breathing. his wathered face line and scared. the skin tanned and weathers from years in the sun and a life spent facing struggles.
has seen them coming long before they know they want to come to him. the smile on his face is deep and filled with love.
come you young brave souls and hair the tells of my life. his voice low and strong with an intensity that belies his age.
the beging of my youg
I was born and raised much like you youngins, he beings as his eye glaze over with Rembrandts of his past.
I will not bore you with baby tells or anything before I started the 1st quest of my life. I was 9 when I began my quest to be A soldier, husband and father. this word drove me to find the truth about me from the beginning.
I wanted to be a brave warrior how scared the darkness away. A husband how would proving, support and Love a woman like my mother.
with her, I would have children that I could love and protect and guide. watching grow up and become fathers and mothers to there own kids.
I was very young and did not know the world or how thing work. I never know the true struggles of life for I was still walking in my parent's wake, gauded from the burdens of life.
this is the first quest. it has never ended though, I have clarified it over the years and become aware of the truly hard work it takes to end that quest.
he looks at throws around him and young male and female with all the questions and fair the young have. now he says"let move on to the big high lights"
my teen" I was 14 and wow life seemed so long and I seemed so small. I was never stronger or braver boy. I was not smart I did not have any special talents. but i never gave up
I never ran from a fight, though most of them I lost other boy stopped trying to pick on me. As for girls they never seemed interested
in a boy like me. yet they would talk to me but never date me. it did not help I was scared of what they would say to a no one like me
they were beautiful and smelled of sweetness. with there curves and soft skin. it drives my young wailed minds here to start writing............
