Little Boy Young
-S.G.A.

Laughter coming through the door,
An old woman smiling as she says hello,
The big house, filled with objects of curiosity
A treasure trove for a child, as inquisitive as he

Come on young un, stay here with me,
Tell your old grandma how your day has been,
I’m feeling bored grandma, I want to go out and play,
Can’t we talk later, we’ve got all day

The old woman sighed and bid him good bye
How fast they grow and forget us even more
Soon he’ll be gone and I’ll be alone
But we’ve got all day, so I wouldn’t worry so

Evening came, and the child returned
He looked tired, but shouted excitedly to the house
Grandma, grandma have I got a story for you
I will be going to play to a very special place

Its far away, but don’t you worry
I will come in an hour, two the most
Then we can talk, to your heart’s content
Let me stay out a little late

He called out for her, Grandma Grandma,
But no answer came,
Then he saw his Grandpa and ran to him
Oh Grandpa, have you seen Grandma anywhere?

Young un, She’d to go away too
A long journey, the train left a while ago
But, she went without saying goodbye
I want to go there too, when does the next train leave?

Ah, there is no train for quite a while,
Not till midnight does one depart,
Then I’ll wait at the station till the train comes
I want to see grandma, and tell her about my day

He ran into the twilight without another word
Ran into the swirling darkness that is our world
He ran and ran till the station came in view
But was stopped by the ticket master at the gate on the rue

The old man said, where to young un
So the boy told his tale
Of his approaching journey and its final aim

The old man smiled a sad smile and said,
The day is still young, young un
There is lots do, and lots to learn
The train you want to catch is still some time away
So run away and wait your turn

The child’s heart grew sad,
There was nothing more to be done
So he bade the old gent goodbye, and began his return

But it was then he heard a sound
A great bellow from the engine’s snout
The furnace burning like the crimson sun
And, lo and behold, his grandma standing against the rung

He ran behind the train, but it was too fast
With every step of his, it pulled two away
Finally he stopped and waved till it ached
Soon the train was gone, and only darkness remained

And so he made his way home, for it was getting dark
The path was treacherous, his knowledge unsound
As he stumbled and fell along the way
Watchful eyes sensed their prey.

- to be continued