THE BOY WHO WONDERED WHY?
HE SAT BY THE SWIMMING POOL WITH HIS TOWEL ACROSS HIS SHOULDER
UNDOING A PACKET OF GLUCOSE SWEETS THAT HIS AUNT HAD GIVEN HIM
HE WAS WET AND GETTING COLDER AFTER COMING SECOND IN THE HEATS
HE WAS SAVING HIMSELF FOR THE FINALS LATER ON THAT SAME AFTERNOON
LOOKING OUT OF THE WINDOW WATCHING A FLOCK OF GEESE FLY BY
HE FOUND HIMSELF STARING AT THE SKY AND HE STARTED WONDERING WHY?
WONDERING WHY?
WONDERING WHY?
HE’S THE BOY WHO WONDERED WHY?
WHY IT IS HE’S ALWAYS AT THE GALA ON HIS OWN?
WHY IT IS HE ALWAYS FINDS HE’S HOME ALONE?
WHY NO-ONE IS EVER THERE WHEN HE DOES SOMETHING HE LIKES?
WHY NO-ONE WILL REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME HE EVER RODE BIKES?
WHY WHEN HE’S A GOOD SWIMMER HE NEVER GETS TO GO ON BOATS?
WHY IT IS HE ALWAYS GETS HIS BROTHERS SECOND HAND OVERCOATS?
WHY IT IS HIS DAD NEVER SEES HIM DOING THE THINGS AT WHICH HE’S GOOD?
WHY EVER DID IT TAKE HIM SO LONG BEFORE HE KNEW HE UNDERSTOOD?
HE’S WONDERING WHY?
WONDERING WHY?
WONDERING WHY?
WHY SHOULD EVER HE GO BACK TO THAT PLACE THAT THEY CALL HOME?
WONDERING WHY?
WONDERING WHY?
WHY IT IS THAT HE KNOWS NOW IS THE RIGHT TIME TO SAY GOODBYE…..
Copyright: Harry Rogers, Sunday 23rd September 2012
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