Looking Out of the Window

Yesterday I saw someone looking out the window; I didn't know much about him, to explore Neither did I know what he was searching for. I looked out, to see a happy world To see children playing and elders walking with two or three stumbles and still around. He was of the same age as mine But the way he looked around it seemed as if he was watching a strong one bullying the weaker and the elderly walking endlessly round and round. He had his age matched with mine the lines on his forehead revealed much about his life the life he was trying hard to hide from others I thought I should go up to him ask him to play with me I would try my best to cheer him up It was for the first time, A decision was made A one fully mine The next day I went to the door of his lonely house I knocked and asked him out The door didn't open and suddenly the police came about I heard people say the boy has gone Beyond The Shadow of doubt Left the world to be not reckoned without People having a rough idea That must have been about him Lying buried in his permanent hideout......