This New Boy

This new boy believes.
He believes in something out of reach,
his malcontent for fine,
he wants for more and reaches out
with heart and soul and mind.

It's not enough to just have want,
the world is full of mouths.
Opened wide an sucking dry
the gives and the hand - outs.

Toil he must for in that place
of sweat and work and fear,
hides the sought out providence
of practice, skill and years.

This new boy believes.
he believes he's like those giants,
the ones above the clouds,
that perhaps he too is made of steel
and too might make them proud.

It's not enough to just have want,
he's lived that life too long,
no longer can he live in guilt,
not safe for soul's belong.

So toil he must, and patience,
it's time to make anew,
this life is meant for greater things
than giving up will do.

And maybe soon, one day at best,
when the clouds above have cleared,
the tops of glass and metal heads
look down and then will cheer,
"This new boy believed".