A father told his son “it’s time to be centurion.”
“I know that you are frightened, but so am I,
we both need to fight, or our dreams will die.
I am not saying to you; give up your inner child,
my ardent suggestion; is to be both tame and wild,
thus, please; continue to play, but do not be caught,
have it in your mind, that at least you have fought,
fought for your right, to wear an enduring smile,
to have loved, and been loved; for a little while.”
Then his son, took upon the name of “centurion”,
the boy now donning his mind forged armour,
made by the warning; from his loving father,
now goes forth to carve out his history,
amidst the frustrations of life’s mystery,
“I shall both suffer despair, but also revel with joy,
though I am now a man, I am still a boy,
so, to mankind, the co-authors of my pain,
I say that you will not flush my hopes down the drain!”
Both remain under the same synaptic roof,
in their thoughts, unlocking their own truth,
that being “centurion” is the best way to be,
as to protect what you treasure; comes naturally,
thus, they will proudly stride, side by side,
with the hope; that their example will confide,
to those who may seem confused, thus a little gone,
but do not worry, in unison they will sing their song:
“Our friend, do not be glum, it’s time to be centurion!”
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about growing up, being brave and protecting what we hold dear. I have used a conversation between a father and his son to punctuate this, but although it is about the themes mentioned previously, it is also important to hold on to the child-like cheer that you still have. It is still a hard time for all of us, so people have had to become tougher, so this poem is dedicated to those who have had horrible trials and tribulations throughout the pandemic. Also this is my one hundredth poem, thus I though "centurion" was quite apt, so happy one hundredth to me. Accompanying the poem is another stock picture from Mikesilent, Getty Images/iStock, of an unnerved centurion which again, I thought was quite apt. I hope you enjoy the poem, and as always, please stay safe everyone.
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Comments5
Good write AS.
Thanks orchidee, hope that all is well.
Strength instilled into children will help to show them the right way in their lives.
Andy
Could not agree with you more Andy, thanks for the read, and hope that all is well.
Filled with reasons for retaining our inner-child this well-rhymed write made me shine up my armour and stand a bit taller - many thanks Ben for sharing the benefits from Centurion action.
Thank you for the kind words Fay, hope that your armour keeps you in good stead. You are very welcome, and I hope that all is well.
'thus, please; continue to play, but do not be caught,
have it in your mind, that at least you have fought,
fought for your right, to wear an enduring smile,
to have loved, and been loved; for a little while.”..
Brilliant!
happy hundredth dear poet! 🍾🥂🙌
Glad that you like this L. B. Mek, and thank you for both "favouriting" this poem and the "happy hundredth" wish, hope that all is well.
Delightful! Love a tightly structured poem with meaning, and this definitely fits the bill. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for the kind words Brimelow, and I am glad that you enjoyed the poem, so you are very welcome, hope that all is well.
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