Lost Feeling - Poem by Frizz Warwick
Imagine a world that can't feel anything not even pain
Then along comes a boy who stands in the rain
He's laughing and singing and holding out his hands
But he can feel every dropp of rain that lands
The boys and girls are different and when they're at school
If they should fall and cut themselves - no reaction, nothing at all
They feel no hurt or pain but also no joy
What's wrong with everyone thinks the little boy
He wants them to learn to feel just so they can see
That no one is nice anymore because they don't have to be
In their world they have lost their heart and soul
The boy decides it's time to bring fun back to one and all
He watches the clouds drift by and has an idea
No that wouldn't work he says aloud, they know no fear
What about laughter though? Yes thats a way out of this pickle
The best way to make someone laugh is to give them a tickle
So he sets out on his mission, day after day and week after week
No reaction from anyone, not even an Eek!
He walks to the playground to kick a ball for a while
A girl came to play and on her face she wore a smile!
She looks happy he thought but how can that be?
Just then she fell and grazed her knee...
She looked at the boy and cried out in pain
Just at that moment it started to rain
The children in the yard, they all ran around
They splashed in puddles but made no sound
Then slowly but surely, a faint mumble, then a scream and a shout
Suddenly roars of laughter were heard as they ran about
The boy listened intently to this new found noise
And kicked his ball over to one of the boys
That day in the school yard he made friend after friend
Play times were never going to be the same again...
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