Somebody Poem by James Carson

When I was just a little boy,
maybe four or three.
I had a friend, I think he was
his name was Somebody.

He got me into lots of trouble,
he hid things from me.
When mom found toys in the yard
I said 'it wasn't me,
It must have been Somebody.

As I got a little older,
I began to understand you see,
it never was my fault,
it was Somebody.

When I had a son of my own,
he found my friend you see.
He never lost anything,
It was Somebody.

Now I'm old and sometimes I loose my stuff.
Like my keys or my glasses to see.
I'll find them and realize it was me.
Or maybe Somebody.



James (Little Homer) Carson