Fiftywords Week #17, Growth: GENERATIONS

I was a boy.

All dreamer.
No long view.

Life was the pounding waves, scintillating, refracting, and I rode moments.

But becoming MAN faltered as the beach eroded.

Now my boy dreams, plays in the surf.

From where I stand, feet sunken,
I must urge him to the jungle inland.

How I Heard About The Contest

I heard about this contest through the post itself. I've only been on Steemit since week 15, and I hope that I can thrive as a writer in this mighty niche hewn in the blockchain. Cheers to @ogochukwu for running it!