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.