He is a boy. He is a man.
He is a boy man.
Teetering on the edge of boyhood,
looking into the vast unknown of manhood.
His lips are pursed, wondering.
His eyes are open questioning.
He is a man who looks,
sometimes unsure, sometimes with questions into his future.
We all have questions.
In each season of life,
we ask.
we wonder
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