Substance
By Kabriel Moorehead
As I gaze upon images of my youth
I wonder where that toothless smile has gone
That pure confidence
That defined my childhood
Has it been replaced with a ambition for excellence?
A hunger that shields and deflects my true intentions
In hopes of portraying a better image
A fine China figurine meant to stand in place of a aged statue
A symbol that never should have been altered
Because only dreams can stand the test of time
As my status among the elite grew
That monument to my youth faded into obscurity
It was only years later, when I myself was but a forgotten symbol
Were the ashes cleared
And I again felt the grace of that toothless glow
Copyright 2011| Kabriel Moorehead
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