Young Fellow

• Nicholas Laybutt, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2014

A young fellow lying awake in his bed,
The thoughts of the day rushing through his head,
And in the darkness he finds comfort,
In images of certain pleasure.

In these visions he see’s a house,
A house grander and more luxurious than any,
And by this house he see’s a car,
Posh and sumptuous for any man.

And at the front door he see’s a sight to behold,
A woman, a child and an infant,
Smiling in his direction,
A true place to call home.

Now as the pictures slowly fade,
So does the lads mindfulness,
These images to be seen again,
Maybe another day.