A Boy I Used To Know
A Boy I Used to Know.
Sat looking at the blank computer screen when I saw him slowly
coming into view, a boy of fifteen looking into a hall mirror like
it should be able to tell him his future. Wears a blue suit, his first,
looks so serious like as smile would make him look less manly.
There is an undulating ocean of years between, us luckily he can’t
see me; if he could he would be horrified. Smile there is nothing
I can do or say to ease his burden. I know he is in for a rough ride.
Leave him to go feed my neighbour’s chicken; he is on holiday.
Know his chickens’ future too as he runs a big restaurant. When
I return the boy fades away leaves me with a blank screen and
a tinge of sadness. Wish he hadn’t looked so miserable he will get
old find his niche and be grumpily content.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2011
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