a little poem i wrote during a class. some sad, some happy. |
One lonely little girl Sits on a swing Kicking her legs half-heartedly Waiting for Them To ask her to play Back and forth on Her swing she sways Jealousy burns in her cheeks, rosy pink As she sits on her Swing, metal links clink The children all play In groups with their toys And she sits and watches The girls and the boys They don't ask her to play She's not welcome to join Friendship's not bought With her lonely coin One lonely little boy Watches our lonely girl He can't take his eyes From her honey-tone curls Day after day He sees her sway While he watches her She watches Them play Red playground ball Bounces to her It lays at her feet They're all staring at her She picks it up "Can I play too?" but "We don't play With the likes of you." Lonely girl sits on Her swing as she cries Silent hurt tears Pour from her eyes Lonely boy's heart Breaks with each tear That slides down her cheek From their jokes and their jeers He gathers his courage Gets up from the sand He's holding a daisy In his lonely boy hand His thumb wipes away The tears on her face He offers the flower In its humble grace Lonely girl's tears No longer flow He takes her hand And off they go Lonely no more Together they play Forever and ever This way, they stay. |