Once there was a young man.
Going to school and trying to fit in,
When he didn’t wear the coolest clothes,
Didn’t have a perfect nose,
He wasn’t any good with girls,
Though one did set his heart awhirl.
He Didn’t swim or run to fast,
He always seemed to come in last,
One day he’d had enough,
He went and found a place to hide,
Sat down on a crate,
Behind the lunch room and he cried.
When an old man came upon him,
With a frown upon his face,
He sat down right beside him and he said….
As we make our way through all the years,
Fighting to hold back the tears,
That fill our eyes and wash our joys away.
By wishing we were someone else,
We constantly deny ourselves,
The chance to become all that we could be.
Whether rich man poor man beggar man or thief,
We all have the right to choose ‘tween happiness and grief,
If you leave it in the hands of fate,
You’ll end up at the pearly gates,
A bitter soul whose life has been denied.
So take a chance and be unique,
Find that inner joy you seek,
And you will walk the heavens filled with pride.
He went on to tell of
Many tales he knew of life and love.
How he’d become a champion,
Because he didn’t quite fit in,
The early age he had to fight,
For differences of black and white,
Had taught him how to look inside,
His heart to find the peace of pride.
When he’d finished speaking,
He got up from where they sat,
Helped the young man to his feet,
And gave his head a little pat.
He worked in the lunchroom,
Always there to do his part,
That day he fed this young mans hungry heart.
Mark Firehammer, 1995
Copyright, Mark E. Firehammer