Said the little boy, 'Sometimes I drop my spoon.'
Said the old man, 'I do that too.'
The little boy whispered, 'I wet my pants.'
'I do that too,' laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, 'I often cry.'
The old man nodded, 'So do I.'
'But worst of all,' said the boy, 'it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me.'
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
'I know what you mean,' said the little old man.
sounds like the little boy and the old man is going through the same thing.
Thanks for sharing this one. Warm and funny...not to mention poignant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heard this years ago..never forgot