To my Son

There comes a day
When childhood's wraps
Are cast aside,
And old religious norms
Proclaim and give you
Manhood's right,
But take it gently, son,
It's never born too light,
Your new-found strength
Will certainly appeal,
But burdens you never knew
Will soon become quite real,
Yet, you must cope with them
And do the best you can,
To squarely face the world,
My son - today you are a man.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz