Met a young one tonight
No guile, no lies, never thought of what I could do for him!
The quiet exchange between our souls,
His smiles were without a thought, they were natural, spreading from East to West.
In me, he saw a friendly soul, someone wishing him the very best.
His future is wide open from soup to death, and yet
His smiles were for me, for that moment, without a lie, my smiles were for him, without a lie.
What can I do to honor his trust?
What can I do to help his path?
I am the one with the miles and tears and words.
What can I do for him?
His smiles, my honor.
His trust, my honor.
His life, all our honors.
His future, wide open, written without words.
Mine, a dirty road of mistakes.
I wish I could keep him clean on an uncluttered path, but no doubt,
His, too, will be dirt painted with a path filled with, who can he trust? Who can he honor? Who wishes him the very best?
He will live.
Ramblings from an Unpaved Mind 