The Men I Wish You Were

In the shadow of his father's figure,

A boy with hopeful eyes and tender heart,

Longed to grow into a man of vigor,

To carve his path, to make his own mark.

Wearing the cloak of his old man's failures,

He sought to become a man of strength,

To exceed the limits of his forebears,

To break free from the chains of his old men's length.

He vowed to fill the shoes left empty,

By the ghosts of his lineage and past,

To mend the wounds, to erase the envy,

And create a legacy that would last.

In the stillness of the night, he pondered,

On the lessons learned, the battles fought,

On the bridges burned, the dreams squandered,

And the dreams of his father left uncaught.

A transformation slowly unfolding,

From boy to man, from child to king,

His spirit rising, his heart beholding,

The truth of what it means to truly sing.

To be the man his old men never were,

To embrace the shadows, to face the light,

To break the cycle, to heal and cure,

And pave the way for a future bright.

And as he stands tall, in the face of fate,

He knows deep down, his purpose clear,

To be the man his son will emulate,

To be the man his old men never could appear.