The Man Who Would be Boy

This is a poem I’ve been working on. This is also a working title.

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The man who would be boy does all he can
To turn the hands of time to yesterday;
He cannot change unless he’s been a man.

Frustrated he whom rites denied can plan 
For childhood’s end, which lingers like a plague;
The man who would be boy does all he can.

And though he tries to simulate that span
When backs are bent and life’s unfairness weigh,
He cannot change unless he’s been a man.

Well I was told by members of my clan,
That things would change when black had turned to gray,
The man who would be boy does all he can.

As roads cut off before journeys began 
Lead to retreat and long-lost modes of play,
He cannot change unless he’s been a man.

Like those who next in line forever ran,
Whose greatness face intractable delay,
The man who would be boy does all he can,
He cannot change unless he’s been a man.

- Alexander