Child is father of the man,
Here is a child, bent with weight.
A bag slung on the back with the books of knowledge,
Treading a weary path,
Dreams and hopes for a better morrow.
Wish he grows up to be
A responsible citizen,
Imbibed with values to bring a change
To the chaos around,
Making the world a treasure house
Of peace and happiness.
The Boy: Write Tribe Wednesday Prompt 27 November 2013