Will Sad Boys Smile Again?

Will sad boys ever smile again?
Will they get the chance to blow raspberries on daddy’s beer belly again?
Will they ever get cheeses by hearing their parents call their nickname?
Will they ever meet a girl that makes their little hearts float again?
Will they ever race their neighbours just for the fun of it again?
Will they ever experience innocent love that doesn’t need something physical to validate it?
Will they ever cry and be sure to get comforted again?
Will they ever make mistakes and have the luxury of erasing it again?
Will they still get the euphoria that comes with fireworks during Christmas and New Year’s Eve?
Will they ever be happy to share their bedroom and shower with their cousins again?
Will they ever be able to receive secret gifts from grandma again?

Will they ever get lost playing in the moment that they don’t realise when it’s dark again?
Will they ever make paper boats and happily watch it sail the gutters again?
Will they ever roll used tyres down the streets and pretend they were driving for real again?
Will they ever use their mum’s wrapper as a cape and pretend to be superheroes again?
Will they ever fall asleep in the living room and wake up warmly tucked in bed again?
Will they ever get Christmas clothes again?
Will they ever go back to how life was before their first heart break?

Will they ever see women as innocent and harmless again?
Will they ever be the pure little child before they became incels again?
Will they ever make paper roses for their favourite female friends again?
Will they ever kiss each other’s cheeks and pretend they had just received the greatest reward again?
Will they ever look in the mirror and pretend they are talking to their childhood crush again?
Will they ever see Didier Drogba outclass Senderos again?
Will they ever watch Ronaldinho do his tricks live again?
Will they ever wave papa goodbye knowing he’ll be back at 6pm sharp without fail again?
Will they ever sing into the standing fan and pretend to be robots again?
Will they ever call on God’s name in stressful situations knowing he would answer again?
Will they ever make faces and find it funny without feeling stupid again?

Now grandma is no more.
Daddy is old and frail.
Mummy is now my favourite child.
The girls are all scarred, more mean than they have ever been.
The boys are all scared, more mean than they have ever been.
Will Sad Boys Ever Smile Again?