Familiar

The kid was walking home from school.
He looked right at me, and I at him.
He reminded me of someone I knew,
From a time in my greater youth.

His hair was terrible, as is mine.
Dried by the sun, only sleek in the rain.
Walking in clothes that didn't fit well-
Oblivious to this fact, as I always was.

The look in his eye was piercing,
I could not and would not forget.
I'm sure his heart was growing, still
To match the fire I caught in his eye.

As I passed I prayed that his day
Went as well as a day could pass.
If he was anything like me, well then,
He was probably waiting for tomorrow.

And if I could send any of my spirit
To anyone I wished in the world.
I might send a bit to this kid I saw
That reminded me of someone I knew.

-miguel