Nib of the Oozing Quill
Instinct, it must be;
that’s the only way to explain
what goes through the mind of a boy,
regardless of age;
with or without a beard.
There’s never a time to waste;
mischief must be explored, analyzed
and implemented with perfect precision;
especially when their fertile minds say,
On a hot, sunny day, a boy is born.
Soon thereafter, just like in the past,
daddy leaves.
Mum has to feed yet another hungry mouth.
Mum has to raise the boy,
alone.
Mum has no means,
no resources as the boy grows up,
she needs a helping hand;
but who will offer it?
The world turns its head,
and looks the other way
from the hungry boy, but he blossoms.
The boy becomes a teenager;
he needs a male mentor
to show him how to maneuver through life,
to show him the ways of responsible men,
But the world turns back
from the hungry boy.