I don't like him much,
Perhaps I never did.
He was an alien to me, a blight
from times as a foolish kid.
Throw the ball, miss -
mistakes we humans make;
I hated him for that, for being
a human for my sake.
Right now I look at a picture,
Framed in smiles and laughs-
A little boy, all glitter
unsoiled by muddy paths.
I miss him now, sometimes;
But that doesn't change a thing.
Perfection's just round the corner,
Demmand has made me King.
Today I look at the window
and see him once again;
like a ghost, transparent
yet looking behind,
I find that no one came.
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