I was once that awkward little boy
Fumbling with my shoelaces
as my crown jostled upon my head
I ruled with an iron fist on those late summer nights
as the realm of the backyard became my own
The dollar bills
became liquid, swam through our fingers
The battle had been lost
and my iron fist became sand.
I learned humility.
You taught me the beauty of
a king, swathed in rags.
Those laces never did tie themselves
even the velcro ones.
And as I rose from nothing, my heart
In my naievety,
the rags remained
but the figure in the mirror was no longer a boy.