They look our way all four of them
We smiled and wave wave back at them
They smiled and talked and greeted my boys
Did they to me? No. That’s their choice
They seem to smile but they smile with their teeth
I think they’re shy we don’t look in the eye
They seem pleasant but they’re uneasy
I don’t know why what’s wrong with me
Trying I’m trying I do really try
For them to like me oh my oh my
Because They’re high so high and mighty
I’m scared of them they just can’t see
I hide my fear my fear of them
‘Cause all this time I am ashamed
I know I’m not welcome, it is so true
My effort’s in vain I feel so blue.
Ooch! You have depicted the scene so well! Really wonderful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem so true and at one point in our lives we have experienced this.