The Wrath of Time

Aden Wilmshurst, Year 9

A young boy. An innocent young boy. Without a worry in the world.

Playing cricket; Bowl, Hit, Catch.

Without a worry in the world.

His mother watching on from afar, Proud of her strong little boy, Her little boy with big dreams; Never destroyed.

A boy excited for the future.

A boy, Happy, Trivial concerns.

A boy, Washing his glossy black hair in the shower, His mother always calling it ‘his best feature’.

School holidays, The end coming closer, His worst enemy, What he truly fears; The first day back at school.

The boy, Whose life is as perfect as he knows, Whose life will get worse,

Who spent his time playing cricket, Whose mother was so proud An old man. A tired old man. With the world’s weight on his shoulders.

Searching for a job; Find, Hope, Disappointment.

With the world’s weight on his shoulders.

His son watching from beside him, Confused by his bizarre antics, His tired father with big dreams; Constantly shattered.

A man yearning for the past.

A man, Stressed, Devastating problems.

A man, Whose son plucks out his white hairs, To fight against perpetual aging.

Time, The end coming closer, His worst enemy, What he truly fears; Death.

The man, Whose life was as perfect as he knew, Whose life had gotten worse,

Who could no longer play cricket, Instead playing through his son

The boy, With the worries of which ice-cream flavour to choose, The worries of which friend’s house he should go to

The world of a boy, Blue skies. The sun shining comfortably, Simple, relaxed

The boy’s world, An open field.

The boy, Oblivious to the world’s hardships, In a bubble of naivety. Whose life is perfect.

The boy, To become the man.

The same person, The same birthday, The same love for cricket, The same dark brown eyes, The same big dreams.

Their only difference? The wrath of time The man, With the worries of how to put food on the table, The worries of whether he could pay next month’s bills

The world of a man, Clouded by stress. The pollution of constant disappointment, Surrounding his everyday

The man’s world, A box closing in.

The man, Recognising the struggles of life Open to the world’s wrath, Whose life is full of flaws.

The man, Was once the boy.

The same person, The same birthday, The same love for cricket, The same dark brown eyes, The same big dreams.

Their only difference? The wrath of time

Ya’rub Al Wardi - Year 9