Just Play Your Horn

Little boy, little boy, go play your horn.

 When you become a man exchange that horn for a trumpet.

 Blow it loud, as if you are sounding the alarm. 

You are a mighty man of valor! 

As a boy someone may have tried to strip you of your dream, but it couldn’t be done. 

I remember seeing you tossing pebbles in the pond, and secretly making a wish.  Because making a wish, Man, that’s for girls, and I’m a boy I can just make things happen.

 My name is name is Malik, but they usually call me mean, mischievous, or miserable.

 I can’t let that stop me because I have my secret wishes of being a;

teacher

doctor

 lawyer

 or after 2009 even a president.

 I can be anything I want to be.  It is my secret wishes that reassure me that the sky is the limit.

 Beyond the sky is a place called paradise, and oh I’m sure to go there also. 

I am strong, mighty, an aristocrat, and more than a conqueror.  I’m just waiting until my secret wishes are manifested, and then they will know that the man they see today started out as me.  A little boy just playing his horn.

                                                                TTJ