The Man

There once was a boy from Rockingham,

With dirt and digital toys in hand,

Wiping smudges on his pants,

He stared at screens and nature’s dance,

Journeyed cross the mountain lands,

As he grew into a man,

Fell in loves and out of touches,

Became a father,

The journey is just,

Beginning, so it seems.

Onward journeys man.