Mikael Godfrey/Poem

One day, the boy will be a man

And the man will be king

And the king will rule and grow old 

''And die. ''

He will leave a legacy of peace 

Or of war 

Or of nothing at all, and 

Years will pass 

Tombs will grow heavy with dust 

And it will not have mattered 

He will not have mattered, the boy 

''Who did not want to be king. ''

''So why bother to try? ''

Even so, the boy will be man 

''Will be king. ''

And I...?