ManBoy

This is the story of the old man boy
A boy born with the face of an old man

He lived at home with a parent
But paid the bills
Tried to buy adolescent issues
But his face made them shrill

So he took on adult worries
As such
He packed his clothes
His worries
And his problems
And threw'em in a suitcase
And went to live on his own

He owned his own business
Owned his own home
Owned his own car

And the key to a heart

And made a promise
From that thing
he would never part

For it was the one thing
That his face didn't shape

But what didn't shape
Were the adult choices he had to make...

TO BECONTINUED...