When A Boy Was Him

“What about this?” he asked his mom.

“Never mind about that” she said.

But still, he minded and was a bit confused.

At the questions piling up in his head.

“Wait ’till you’re older, then ask again.”

“You wouldn’t understand right now.”

With this she extinguished his curiosity

She didn’t even have to ask how.

She forgot the questions and the answers too.

As if the beggars had never been asked.

And when one day the boy remembered them

He was a man now his mother had passed.

So he asked himself and the questions flowed

As if there never had been a delay.

Then the answers came hard and very fast

Arriving in ones and twos every day.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.