Realisation

• Oliver Randazzo, Grade 4W
• Poetry
• 2016

A lonely boy,
All energetic and Free,
With no one else surrounding him,
And that lonely boy was me.

A carefree boy,
With no one else to seek,
All he hears are the jungle animals,
And the sounds of the jungle creek.

An inquisitive boy,
Who was half mad and half sad,
The movement finally revealed itself,
And what stood before him was his beloved dad

An awakened boy,
Slowly realizing the truth,
That the face that stood in front of him,
Was one from his forgotten youth.