My Wild Child
It all started when I took him to his camp past the Oh-My-God Hot Springs,
That’s where I took him and I learned about all kinds of different things.
I’ve had a rough life; my wife and child died,
And I can’t even tell you all the tears that I’ve cried.
When I saw this boy, I felt something inside,
The part of me came alive that I long thought had died.
He told me in the spring he would be leaving,So I helped him make some things he would be needing.
I taught him leather making, and he made a beautiful belt,
Looking at him, I could not suppress the love for him I felt.
Then I received a call and I heard his voice speaking to me.
I went to pick him up right away, and his face was the only thing I could see.
He told me he would only be staying with me for a day,
I acted like that was fine, but I didn’t want us going separate ways.
The trip to Carthage was quiet; we were in the middle of who knows where,
I didn’t care as long as I knew Alex was there.
There were times when I knew he didn’t want to be bothered,
I asked him if I could be his adopted grandfather.
He wrote me a letter telling me to live in the wild,
And I took his advice and moved to the woods feeling once again like child.
He changed my life and I’ll never forget him,
My love for Alex will never ever dim.
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