NOT A POEM, A STORY, AN ARTICLE, JUST A REWORKED BIT OF ARIEL'S STUFF
THERE’S AN OLD SAYING THAT “ THE BOY IS FATHER TO THE MAN.” What was I then; long years ago, when I masqueraded as a boy, living in that adult land? That boy who bore within him the seeds of what I became? Rooted in his fertile soil I grew to what I am now: the man who was fathered by the boy; the boy who knew not what he was; never knew he to whom he gave life. His my life was so loveless that deep in shadow he stands, that boy, unable to speak to me of love: and I with no voice to speak to him... Sign in to see full entry.