A man is a man when?
When he ages out of
the pubescent age?
Or when the fluorescent bulb is lit within the brain?
Or to appreciate the leaves that breathe,
but do not speak?
A man is a man when a plan is set,
But only when the plan is a goal that is met,
A goal that must be complete
And not obsolete to the man’s existence.
A man must not set himself up to lose
Even if the life he lives,
Is like a lit fuse.