The epitome of a son!

The epitome of a son!

 

I always craved a hero’s life

I always prayed for eternal strife!

So do I do the things that I do

To rise e’en above the chosen few!

 

A long ago when the world was young

On many a lap, many a song was sung

Some vigorous and sharp many were wise

‎Some so loving, some sharing sighs

‎But of all the myriad, the ones with fire

The ones that would ever charge and inspire

Those were the stories that touched my soul

Created a disconnect, created a goal!

 

‎The youngest scion amidst infinite sons

An object of affection and several puns

It didn’t really matter what I did or became

A non entity doomed to a life so tame

That’s when the stories created disconnect

That’s when I desired to join select sect

So began the urge to stand out and shine

Hence did I so my life’s motto design!

 

Failure and success are mundane routine

Fate sometimes is kind, ever so mean

But beyond mere life is the desire to rise

The desire to challenge, defeat and surprise

Thus was born a new man in the world

An independent banner was so unfurled

Desire and determination aimed at glory

So did I begin to write a brand new story!

 

‎So ever I challenge what’s already done

So ever I ‎tread a path tested by none

So ever I reject a prize that’s too easy

So ever amidst doom my sermon’s breezy

So ever I must leave so ever I must strive

So ever dying to be born is how I stay alive

So ever true glory so touches my feet

So ever I trample it my next destiny to meet!

 

Oh it’s not easy, it’s such angst and pain

Oh sometimes the pressure is just insane

Oh yes the world bemused tends to jeer

Oh even friendly comments often do sear

But then when I stand and look at my face

‎I see only the goal not the pain of the race

And practice patiently ever persevere

I can face every pain without a tear!

 

The prize does come and often the very best

I do tend to savour a brief and tender rest

But then rises the fire to stand out again

Breaks every golden shackle and chain

And then again I must seek a brand new glory

So take the pain write a brand new story

Such is the saga of every rise every fall

For one day I swore that ‎I’d stand ever tall!!

 

‎So I always do crave a hero’s life

So I always do pray for eternal strife!

So I always will do what’s never been done

So I may become the epitome of a son!

 

And then another scion in a lap of love

Listening to my story gently from above

Will rise and adopt my style, my strife

And so shall complete the circle of my life!‎

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