The Boy Who Sells Socks Poem by Noah Simon
The Boy Who Sells Socks
Twas too hot a day,
In the middle of may,
When the boy who sells socks,
came In hope to receive some bucks.
What golden eyes he had!
It expressed how pitiful he was and sad.
His eyes were the river reflecting the sun,
full of tears...
An innocent boy he was, of just about ten years...
'Get some socks dear traveler,
four or five for less than a dollar.'
He said to me.
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