Ballad of the Boy
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There was once a little boy
All of one and seven
He picked a tattered tome
Read it and went to heaven
Days and nights he sat
With books around him spread
Faraway lands and castles
Knights and Musketeers in his head
He laughed and cried and sang
Worried and worshipped with them
Twist and D’Artagnan and Fogg
Every adventure a gem
All he ever wanted
Was to imagine and write
A book, a story, a tale
Of valor, chivalry, and might
He filled pages and lines
With stories of yore
Neglected his studies and exams
His life immersed in lore
His results disappointed his family
The boy felt too much shame
shelved his love for books
Focused on making a name
Half and a full decade rolled past
The boy was now a man
Had a job and a family
He took the ball and ran
Seven years ago he felt
The beginning of an itch
The urge to write came roaring
As if he’d flipped the switch
He enrolled for a course
And started a blog
Learnt a lot about techniques
but writing? T’was definitely a slog
Few more years rolled by
The boy was now a father
Nowhere close he was
To becoming an author
Everything changed this April
He wrote a story every day
About family, love, and killers
He had a book come May
Seven long years it took
With his destiny a tryst
Go read his book, it’s called
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