Coming of Age

I've come of age by now.
I've waited so long for this.
It's the day I become a man.

I was accustomed to the field
and I knew it well.
So I grabbed my plow
because this is the day I become a man.

Hours and hours I spent working,
in and out and in and out of the field.
Sweat dripped from my brow
and the wind going through the field
made groans of anticipation.

Until my muscles go weak
and I cannot stand,
I fall asleep beside the field,
knowing I am a man.