Golden Boy, dear Golden Boy
You don't know how lucky you are
Everybody loves you
Here, near, and Far.

Your mother wears a proud smile,
when she looks upon you.
But when she looks upon me,
I see nothing but rue.

A star athlete, a star body,
always healing from injury.
I am left sore in bed,
wallowing in my own misery.

A Golden Boy loves a Golden Girl,
Hand in hand as they breeze through life,
I sit and wish I could be you,
Though you're oblivious to my strife.

Golden Boy, dead Golden Boy,
Won't you come teach me?
Pick me up. Glue me together.
Teach me what I could be.