junior cairn
Back when I was ten my world was ripped up into parts,
Once a jolly kid who now tried to find a spark,
The absurdity of reasons that tore my life apart,
Was a girl with ponytails, that somehow broke my heart.
Sat still, shocked by silliness, but then life began to move,
Got a brand new pair of headphones, and heard Bruno Mars’ grooves,
“Should’ve bought you flowers” sang the kid with gloomy mood,
With naive interpretation just a child could have construed,
Made my own Netflix account; Breaking Bad was pretty good,
Story more compelling than any other I had viewed,
Imagined brand new worlds where my life could be renewed,
And I started scribbling tales of the dreams I would pursue,
Followed golf for a while; became a fan of Tiger Woods;
Learned in due time that even idols can fall through,
Needed a role model that wouldn’t flash up in the news,
So I looked up to the man that taught me everything I knew,
Learnings through the years and some sense had been imbued,
Mom made me a gentleman to stand out from the dudes,
Artist armed with everything he gathered to be true,
Bought a blanked out canvas and sprinkled it with hue,
Stepped back from my work and saw the future I had drawn,
The years that would follow, as I looked down at my dawn
Back when I was ten my hope for life was fully gone,
But time didn’t stop to grief; I needed to live on.
gray tusk