Walking home one autumn day
On grey flagstones
Through falling leaves
I thought of how I'd lost my way
From childish footsteps, innocent past
Smiles quick so easily given
Clouding a face time has altered so
With smiles that just wouldn't last
Sing-song rhymes my ears
As I dreamed up my delusions
Of something childish I thought was love
It would keep me through the years
But I forgot all that it seems
As empty glasses one by one
Built a wall with which to shut
Out the sun's last gleaming beams
But still I watched the world go by
And I saw something black and fearsome
A darkness to rival even me
A world to make small children cry
Death beat me down to spirit shape
Broken by the world's harsh ways
But childhood smiles still kept their life
And helped me shake off death's white cape
And enduring laughter brought me back
On phantom steps that none could hear
And even hiding in dying trees
Reminded me of the love that I had lacked
And walking home on autumn night
I thought of how the world is cruel
But a child's fingers were wrapped in mine
And for a moment I saw the light
A/N: When I was writing this I got passed the first stanza and realized that I was kind of telling Boo's story, so I rolled with it and made this. I recently finished re-reading the book and remembered how interesting Boo was, and I wanted to give him a tribute of sorts. It's my first poem so please go easy on it.