The Boy
The newspapers come late, again
My son waits, through the storm
So many count on him
The readers, his customers can't see
The driver is oblivious
Drop the News off at the right place this time
Ignorance, and stupidity,prevails
Meanwhile, the boy waits in the the ice
No BS
Why is he challenged so
Bring the effing papers
The neighbors do not see
His power, and strength
A hero yet to be
High School
Drama, and Volleyball
I see it all
Military training
Fitness, and order
If you only could know this young man
My hero
Yours too
One day
The books will be opened
Then you will see
My little paper route boy
And the Army Infantry
Heros abound
In your neighborhood
Radix watches
And sees, more than mostI
It seems so.