To Whom It Will Concern

This letter is for the boy who will grow up

He will be told he can have the world

To set it on fire, to have it eat of his hands

He will know the rush of fun, the thrill friends

The boy will believe he’ll have the fountain of youth in his cup

This letter is for the boy who will know growing pains

He will feel his body twist and turn with angst

To set the tone for his future, his mind will warp his dreams to illusions

He will know what it’s like to live his days with an unearned confidence, yet rife with confusion

The boy will begin to fear his mark in this world won’t even amount to stains

This letter is for the man who grew and continues to

He was told he could have the world

To grow is to realize it is foolish to want such a thing

He will have learned long ago that his calling was different, with a more joyous ring

The man will continue to build his own world and nurture and cherish. That’s what he’ll do.