The Little Boy and the Old Man - The Poem
Posted: May 13, 2008Said the little boy. ” Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the little 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.
