Boy is a growing man
Strive to do whatever he can
Still not enough he had ran
Desires to be a proud lad of his clan

Uncertainty come in mind and vanish
As language of life is so gibberish
It often makes us look foolish
And it always astonish

Hopes are the ones to count
Of all possibilities taken into account  
But even hopes take its amount
As nothing in this world is on discount

If nothing is going as plan
Revise as the poem began
Boy is a growing man
Strive to do whatever he can