The Boy

The Boy

Each day is a constant concern, waiting for you to appear
The moon makes a nightly return, another tomorrow is near

The sun never shines on your face, the wind never echoes your voice
I sit like a rock in one place, waiting without any choice

I have many answers to seek, for guidance and sympathy
I am abandoned and weak, so what is expected of me

The boy with the sheep said today, tomorrow you’ll come for a talk
His brother with goats said the same, yesterday as I recall

They alternate each other day, deferring and calling me “sir”
They both have the same thing to say, tomorrow you’ll be here for sure

I’m wary of these messengers, they toy with my faith just for fun
I suspect treachery. What if the two boys are one?

I know I’m as dumb as a clod, easily played for a fool
But something strikes me as odd. What if the boy is you?

Each day is a constant concern, waiting in silent abuse
The moon makes a nightly return. What if the boy is You?