Category Archives: Real Love

I Look At the Young Guy

I look at the young guy and see
His pride oozing from his pores,
Plain as day for me to see.

And which shall I do first?—
Remember when I was like that myself,
Or hope there are yet older guys than me,
Who can see his pride and mine?

And if this is how it is,
It seems so silly we don’t
All tell each other more often,
For I’m getting to the age where
I’d really like to grow up faster.