1962 At the Age of Seventeen

B. Boyte


We are the young lions
beginning to feel our strength.
Our shabby manes are growing,
our feeble voices roaring,
Undaunted and defiant,
our jungle we're exploring.


Too old to peer with the cubs,
yet too young to equal our sires,
We stay in a pack of our own kind,
eating the flesh that we can find.
With feelings new and strange,
our wisdom consists of a young mind.


Here we are the young lions,
the prince of the jungle king.
Though regal beasts we be not,
and lordly power we lack,
When time changes our lot
we will rule the royal pack.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The title tells it all.

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