Cigars and Holding Your Breath
Looking for a way to exist.

Feeding time is always fun when you know what is to come
Sitting there with much salivation sucking on your thumb
Take a breath and swallow hard for salvation is your food
Not taking in what teacher said is really rather rude
Do I do it, do I chance it, maybe?
Growing up in a world of pain where every penny matters
Where all your dreams like dominoes just fall and left in tatters
“Be a man“ they will tell you boy but what then do you do?
You grow and be a useless toy and behave as if in a zoo
Go on do it, you know you can!
Take a chance, a change of heart the only choice to give
Because even though it's tougher now you really start to live
Step back my boy and see the world for it offers very little
Your family love your life itself is worth total committal
Apotheosis, change be great and live
So break now son out of your shell and show us who you are
Ride the wave of ecstasy and shine just like a star
For now, you’ve broken all the molds and made yourself a man
And puffing on a thick cigar my son, you have done just what you can.
About the Creator
David Aleman
I am a tired, middle aged man. Artistic and sporty but broken and bruised.


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