Three Men at the Wall

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Nineteen boys had found a town

But none could enter in.

Perhaps too young, the boys were told

To “come back as grown men.”

 

Twelve feet high, cemented sky

No soul could overlook

These solid walls were built so tall

By Words from that great Book.

 

“Let’s go back home, let’s sleep a while

Until we’re old and tall.

And maybe when we come back then,

They’ll let us past that wall.”

 

So sixteen left along their way

With a lie inside their minds:

That manhood simply happens

By the passing of the time.

 

But try they did, the three who stayed,

These boys did try again.

Their child-like faith kept telling them

That they should not give in.

 

Their yearn for knowledge yet unknown

Beyond these sturdy walls,

No matter all the times they failed,

The boys kept standing tall.

 

Three years now passed

But unaware those days had slipped so fast,

One bright and fine and hopeful day

These boys – they finally passed

 

The roadblock that had tested them

And inflicted so much pain.

But on the other side, the boys now realized

They had changed.

 

Mature and strong, wise and bold,

Men they had become

From persistently pursuing

The very challenge they begun.

 

Now sixteen came, impatient boys

No different from the past

Older, taller, lazier

But nothing more than that.

 

“You cannot pass, you cannot pass,”

The gateman spat again,

“Please, little boys, why don’t you come back

When you are grown men.”

 

Confused and angry all these boys,

But what else could they do?

But sadly turn back home to where

“To wait” was all they knew.

 

Beyond these walls, I’m not allowed

To share what’s hidden there.

For that is only known to men

Who’ve actually traveled there.

 

But one thing I assure you,

Those three were satisfied

For they had not believed in lazy,

childish, boy-made lies.

 

This town it still exists.

I cannot tell you where.

But if you truly seek it first,

I’ll probably see you there.

 

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