My friends son

He is ten.

Going on twenty one. 

Way beyond his years. 

He is ten.

Going on twenty one. 

Seems to have no fear.

Questions everything he sees.

Questions all he does.

Seems to have curiosity.

One thing of him I love. 

Loves to watch a movie.

Loves to play a game.

Loves his extended family.

And he loves his friends. 

He calls me his friend.

The irresponsible one. 

Apparently there are no rules. 

And undeniable fun.