The Boy Sits Poem by Casey Stewart

The boy sits in his room, depressed
He has lost his job, althought it was choice
He has damaged his car, but in time will fix
And most important, he lost a hand to hold,
but it is all his fault
The pain is his clothing, the regrets are his soul
The boy sits in his room, depressed
He knows the rain will pass
The warm fresh air of spring will come
Even though all these things have been lost
They can be replaced, but life cannot
So still the boy sits, but he is alive
And he is waiting