Go Go Fetus in the womb,
Cramped up inside a narrow room.
Go Go infant inside the crib
With nervous arms and itchy feet.
Go Go Baby with a roving brain
With a penchant for
Flying high and higher.
Go Go Boy playing in the yard
On the run from dawn to dusk,
With a mind too big to go to sleep,
With a yearning to find
Every stone unturned.
Go Go Man who springs from
One launching pad to another,
Whose plan today
Is tomorrow’s plan,
Whose mind sails with the
Winds of time,
Skipping over rudimental stones,
Who can’t sit still
And watch the sunset,
Who wants to see history unfold
And be part of the unfolding,
Who will lie on his death bed
Wallowing in his frustrations,
Because he can’t find
Every stone unturned,
Because he can’t be that
Go Go Boy again.

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Robert L. Martin
about 2 years

Thanx Nelson. I have a good friend that fits that description to a tee.

Nelson D Reyes
about 2 years

Go go Man! Never give up.

Like. Thanks Robert.

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