The young boy sits quietly
In the middle of a daydream.
And watches with interest,
As the train moves slowly along,
You see, it’s the age of steam!
The young boy reaches for his pencil and paper,
And starts to draw what he sees.
This is the beginning, of what is to come later.
What is he doing today
Is the start of being an artist.
A sensitive creator.
Years progress, at a slower pace.
He doesn’t know yet, that he is different,
To the rest of the human race!
Tender years pass on by,
It wasn’t easy, with tears from having to cry!
Yes, it can be a bumpy road to follow,
With many a hard pill to swallow.
Eventually, the man emerges, despite all of this.
Results are achieved, sometimes by hit and miss.
The old man sits quietly,
As he contemplates his daydream,
It’s a difficult world now, things move fast,
You see, it’s no longer the age of the steam.
— Dennis Freeman 2022©
