Boy who yearned to talk

Once upon a time

With the blessings of thyme

Lived a boy who yearned to talk

Blessed octogenarian or a child small

Entertaining ’em all fell in his happy domain

 

And, if stars were aligned

He could talk a challenge or two

Emboldened by his speaking prowess

Headache once he gave, as a challenge

A friend who spent his teenage without the range

 

In the great magnetic field

Opened were the strings of time

When he travelled time, a decade apart

Gift of gab was gone with the fervour of life

Stood the Iron Man, dazed with a callous psyche

 

And yet, the birds do fly

Can he, wonders he, the man

Lit a room with a laugh boisterous

Or a saunter through an afternoon siesta

Mauled where the sleepiest be, with token of fun

 

And so, decade anew comes

Tidings shall turn as passes time

Brooding philosopher with a dog and books

Or be he, man of world, dancing in a room on top

He’ll do it, read and dance, and in the course, future decide