Coming of Age


A child, a lost child
His father gone, raised by his mother
Learned from a stepfather
Lost in his words
Sometimes listening and sometimes not

Through bad times he learns well from bad
Mostly trying to do good
Messing up it most of the time
But still home and close to gone

He learned and learned through his anger
Still having some now as he writes
A sister grown
A mother still working hard
An older stepfather too

He has learned a lot and is better than before
Though he argues with his stepdad
They still love each other in the end
But these fights drag on and on

One day the boy would leave and be able to breath
The free air of college and no fights to encounter
That is the future I suppose
A good one at that
Unlike the words of failure, his stepfather spoke before.

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