Growth: for Allen Qing Yuan by Mike Yuan

soon after his fifth birthday
my little allen solemnly promised
to purchase someday
a huge house for mom
a big benz for dad
a mighty motorcycle for bro
and a big pail of paint for grandpa

two birthday cakes before
he often immitated
playing “wild wild west”
with a broken broom
as his electric guitar
and when he was a second grader
he asked me many times
whether he could make big bucks
by becoming a street musician

now he has just blown out his ten candles
finally begun to learn playing guitar
whose sounds he finds really fasinating
although he still cannot keep the right beats
with neither his simple music
nor his feeling about future
nor his past pledges
he is trying hard to play
his the song of his own choice

End of the poem

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