I am tentative and amicable
I am tentative and amicable
I wonder about my indistinct future, the opportunities of a young boy’s new life growing, like the mysterious ever developing universe.
I see the light of new lifestyles and ideas, but I see myself being unable to grasp them.
I want to see tears filled of joy and hope scatter down my diligent parents faces as they see their baby become someone of importance, not just to them, but to the world.
I worry about stepping towards the wrong paths, knowing that each has different consequences and events that lay ahead in desolation and anticipation.
I am tentative and amicable
I pretend not to worry about my struggling brother’s life while his wrong doings of today seem to overwhelm me and take over our lives.
I feel as if I have to accomplish something extraordinary, to achieve a lifetime goal, for me to feel truly happy and content with my life.
I touch the warmth of a newborn child clawing away at the new father who all of a sudden feels overawed with the responsibilities that lie ahead in the forthcoming.
I hope that the hasty car that drives me to freedom doesn’t drive me away from my loving family.
I try to walk in the right paths knowing that each has a different destiny and adventure.
I am tentative and amicable
I understand that when the pains of life overtake me, one day I won’t have my mother’s arms for me to wrap myself in.
I hear my past life calling for me, beckoning me to come back
I dream about changing my life, changing my fate that has come to me, but I know that there is no more looking back
I cry when I realize that the many momentous moments of the past are now gone and have evaporated into the saturated air.
I say the quote that the great inventor Albert Einstein lived by: “Life is like a bike, to stay up, you must keep moving.” And I recognize that the past is history and it’s never coming back and we have to move on with our lives.
I am tentative and amicable.
Written by a wise 10 year old
