Seeds

A poem
by Chris Hibbard

Seeds

Grow up
Seed Boy
Grow towards the sun
You want to be a plant right?
You must strive to be the one
There are dangers that come with age
So enjoy being young
Your leaves will wilt
The trimmer will come
You can choose to be wise
Or you can live to have fun

Crack your shell
Egg Boy
Come outside and play
You want to be a hawk right?
And hunt for mice one day?
So take the world in your talons
And live a bird of prey
Your feathers may molt
but your screech will say
You see black and white
While I see shades of grey

Keep on swimming
Sperm Boy
Be the first one out of the gate
You want to be a man right?
Wouldn’t that be great?
The womb was the most perfect place you could be
With all the warmth
And no hate
But now you’ll begin to lose your tail
And your belly will inflate
And one day you’ll be a daddy son
Once you start to date

So slow it down
Speed Boy
There’s no need to run
Life can last forever
You’re not even twenty-one
There are certain dangers that come with age
So best enjoy it while you’re dumb
Soon enough your memory will fade
Your hands will shake
You won’t remember being young

But you can choose to be wise
Or you can live to have fun

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~ by Chris Hibbard on November 4, 2008.

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