Man and Boy

I’m you,
From the future
Said the man
To the boy.
And the boy couldn’t help
But to feel
Somewhat coy..
If the story
This weathered old man
Told was true
Then imagine
The things
He had seen
And he knew.
But it couldn’t be true..
Prove it!
Challenged the boy.
And now, not the boy,
But the man,
Became coy.
On your left little toe,
There’s a nasty red mark,
That you got
When you tripped
As you weed in the dark,
And your Mum
Calls you pumpkin,
You don’t like blue cheese,
And you’re ever so
Madly in love
With Louise.
But could it be true?
Just how could it be so?
Said the boy to the man
Who just shrugged
I don’t know…
But it’s lovely to see you,
To see me, I mean.
And they looked at each other
And each wiped his face clean,
And then brushed back his hair
With a right-handed flick,
And gave his snub nose
A surreptitious, quick pick.
Similarities uncanny,
They soon turned their mind
To consider what differences
Between them they’d find.
Well the man was quite old
And quite weathered and worn,
Whilst the boy was quite young,
Hair untidily shorn.
The old man had seen
Quite a lot of the world,
He was jaded,
Dreams faded,
The young boy
Not so.
For adventure
And travels and fun
Filled his thoughts,
And in his spare time
He got up to
All sorts,
Whilst the old man preferred
To relax and recline,
And read a good book
Whilst he supped a fine wine.
But the more time
They spent
With each other,
The more,
Both the man
And the boy
Of one thing,
Became sure,
That despite the differences,
There couldn’t be more,
That this self-seeded friendship
Would surely endure.

Today’s prompt is to write a poem which features a time difference.