Atypical Transition

A boy, unnamed
A little ignorant
A little lazy
And a little more than imperfect

Would misplace almost everything
Often himself as well
Very careless and forgetful
Wounded, and again he fell

Towel on the bed
Two different socks a pair
And never on expected time
Disoriented, unorganized and despair

Responsibility lacked existence
And so did his presence where necessary
Unappreciated, humiliated
Usually dazed and hardly merry

Up came the downfall
With sudden forced opportunities
Different city and finally responsibilities
Endeavor he shall

Incomplete approaching completion
Cocoon slowly exploding
Welcome atypical transition
Replace, alter and renewing

A boy, now a little named.

-Ady
(10th June, '08)