My room is not exactly what I would like it to be
Always so dark and in shadow it is difficult to see
The previous owners decor is not to my taste
So a brightly-lit view would just be a waste
The futon bed dominates most of the space
Under which is stored my big green suitcase
No pictures or photographs have yet been hung
"Waiting for the re-decoration to be done"
On the sill several photographs of my son
From newborn, to receiving a prize that he'd won
Leaned in the corner on precarious display
With a menagerie of cuddly toys; a chaotic array!
In the far corner in the cold, dank cupboard
Nests a yellowed cardboard box, crumpled and tattered
Wherein I keep my school books, for nostalgia's sake? Who knows...
'English Composition' being my favourite one of those
Very occasionally when I discover the box
Usually while searching for something I've lost
I take out one of the books and read for a while
They never fail to make me giggle and smile
These captured dreams that I have been saving
Where armchairs have feelings and terrible sweet cravings
Are all written here in my own juvenile hand
That changes in shape like Sahara sand
These scruffy books, covers torn and graffiti'd
With doodles and scribbles, not a single expletive
Emanate that undying sense of being young
The innocence of youth, the hopes and dreams of things yet to come...