Shepherd and I were having our usual poetry wars last night and I chose and read from A Light In The Attic by our favourite author, Shel Silverstein. If you don’t already know, we read poetry together from books and try to outdo one another in tone and expression at night before bed. This time, I think I won! And I swear I thought we had read every single poem between his books! But to my surprise, we hadn’t. I came across this one and thought I’d share.
The Little Boy And The Old Man
Said 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.
From A Light In The Attic by Shel Silverstein
I just love that one – thank you for reading!