Each day the schoolboys
Meet
At the end of School
And drift,
Happy,
Down the hill.
Last night a mother offered a lift.
To All
And All
Save one
Said yes…
Along the route
As they passed by
The one
All alone
Was crying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It happened to me once. As if this poem was written to me. I love it eventhough it reminds me of a sad phase in my childhood. A childhood when I was shy and refusing to join the other boys of my neighbourhood. God bless you Michael Round.