Roles of a Young Boy

Today I’m a cowboy,

sitting tall on my mount,

or maybe I’ll gaze at the endless night sky

’neath a blanket of stars—

too many to count.

Tomorrow, a spaceman,

ready to climb,

or perhaps a wild man

who swings on a vine.

I’m often a hero

with a cape who can fly,

or a soldier who battles

for truth with a cry,

or a policeman who rides

with lights flashing bright.

So many jobs

that had to be done—

when I was a boy,

just having fun.