A man child

THE MAN-CHILD LIVES

I feel like a man-child

Wandering in a digital cybersea

Still a naïf about so much in life

And, because of that, and because of why that is,

Still wary, still cautious, still guarded.

While human nature is malleable,

Nonetheless, like crude stell on anvil forge,

It becomes brittle with too much beating.

And so, I am guarded, and wary of situations,

As well as people;

Opportunities though such challenges may be.

How many others, like me,

Were made old souls, more than born,

From premature aging

Or premature beating on unforgiving anvils?