The very day
I was married
The boy in me died
And an entirely new man
...
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Beautiful poem from your pen. We cannot death of a boy, but when a person is blessed with son or daughter, they too remind of their childhood. In other sense, we see our childhood in our children. Finally again we see our children childhood in grandson or grand daughter. This chain of memories goes on. Especially if any of our memories resembles with our children then again it take us back to our memory. I loved reading it and its really though provoking poem. It took me back to my childhood memories. Thanks for sharing with us.
Look again for that boy as I think he is not dead. He might be sleeping in the arms of your past. You can awake him any time. I believe he is a very handsome boy that is why you remembered him and wrote this beautiful poem that deserves a rating of 10.
Growth of a constructive man from ashes of a boy is nicely described.