Author's Note: This poem came to me when I was watching the Samurai X movies for the thousandth time. The people in the poem are supposed to be Shinta (little Kenshin ^_^) and a woman who helped raise Shinta before he was sold into slavery. It's suppose to be a lesson that Kenshin learned long ago but forgot until he defeated Shishio and revisited Tomoe's grave and while he is standing there he remembers. I think it's ok, but you are the judge!
Like the Sun
Together we sat there under the sun.
Just he and I,
After all work was done.
I looked at the sun with steady gaze,
And we spoke of a matter
We'd remember all of our days.
"Grow up to be just like the sun,"
I said to he,
"Whose work is almost never done."
"Give light and warmth to those that you can,
For if you do this,
You will be a very great man."
But he just shook his head,
Looked up at me
And after a moment, finally said:
"I do not wish to be like the sun in the sky,
It stays far from us
And cares not when we die."
"While we're all upset and crying,"
He said to me,
"The sun keeps on going while people are dying."
For a moment we sat with nothing to say,
For I couldn't believe
What this boy said today.
But after that moment I let out a smile
And gave a squeeze
To his hand I had been holding all the while.
For I now understood what he had proclaimed,
And looking at him, realized,
That things need to be explained.
"If I were to die the very next day,
You would not stop living.
On this earth you would stay."
"For we depend on the sun everyday to live,
And what would we do,
If warmth the sun did not give?"
"We all would most certainly die,
I tell you my son,
If the sun were to leave its place in the sky."
"People everyday will meet their demise,
But I beg child,
Continue to rise."
"For many people someday on you will depend
So listen my child,
You must never wish for the end."
"Remember what I have said,
I tell you my child,
Remember this long after I'm dead."
"Continue to live day by day,
O' I beg you child,
Please hear what I say."
"Be a man whose work is almost never done,
Please my dear child,
Be like the sun."
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A man with a scar stood over a grave,
Here rests a woman,
He was unable to save.
As he stared at the stone,
He remembered something.
A lesson he learned before he was grown.
A woman's voice rang in his head,
But he was sure
that this woman was dead.
Yet the words rang true and clear.
For he now knew
These were words he once held dear.
"Grow up to be just like the sun,"
She once said to me,
"Whose work is almost never done."
Those were the words he heard,
Once were forgotten,
But now he remembered word for word.
He lifted his head up to the sky,
And with heart in hand,
He began to cry.
The tears fell softy to the ground,
But the man did not care,
There was no one around.
And he stood there under the sun,
Just the wind and himself,
now that all pain was done.
Then made a promise with wind in his face,
This man did this,
Right here in this place.
This promise he would keep until he was dead,
With this in mind,
The man simply said:
"I'll be a man whose work is never done,
I promise you,
I will be like the sun."
