THIS UNIFORMED LITTLE BOY

It seems like only yesterday,
His eyes were lit with joy,
As we watched with admiration,
This uniformed little boy.

Campouts, picnics, pinewood cars,
 The years slipped by,
The colours changed from blue to green,
In the twinkling of an eye.

Soon came the ranks of Dhaulagiri,
Annapurna, Kanchanjunga and Everest,
Each leading towards that final quest,
Once versioned from a far.

And then the rank of life,
And as life can often do,
The goal so close within his grasp,
Was dimming from his view.

Yet from within he found the strength
To reach that final quest,
Remembering oath from years gone by:
‘I Will Do My Best’

It seems like only yesterday,
His eyes were lit with joy,
As we watched with admiration,
This uniformed little boy.

Now with a Crown upon his chest,
He soars where once he ran,
No longer that uniformed little boy;
Our Son……A King……A Man

(Pramesh Shrestha, Troop Leader, Saint-Xaviers’ Scout Troop – Jawalakhel)