Boy And Man

Boy And Man

It's a long and stony road
to the place I take my load,
low and weary, tired and cold,
in the night where dreams unfold.
I have seen the boy and man
mastering a careful plan,
lover of those girls who burn
fire to fuse, then wait their turn.
It's a long and stony trip
to the place where I must grip
all the comfort left to me,
ending quiet, vagary.
I have seen the boy and man
falter in a careful plan,
lover of those girls who say
I am yours, then fade away.