Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Little Boy and The Old Man

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

Shel Silverstein


Holly Ann said...

A very moving and poignant poem. Thank you for sharing.

Marion Williams-Bennett said...

The world is kind of nuts sometime, and I wonder how we find our way sometimes. Then I read a poem like this from a person with a mind and a heart like Shel Silverstein, and I think, that's how.


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