Young Time

Years ago, so many hours ago,
I was a small child weaker
Then fellow children stronger,
All was a game of hiding or
Running, what was I to do?
In time of wondering doubt,
For I was a frail and weak
Boy of no power at all, most
Would laugh at weakness or
Puny stature so small compared.
Yet those seconds are now gone
And I am a titan of power,
What will become of me now,
I am a colossus, yet power
Means little to me and more
Strength has no advantage
Within thy mind so seeking.