the little boy walks down the street,
he's tired and hungry with no shoes on his feet.
no one seems to notice the little boy is there,
in fact to be honest i don't think they care.
there he stands so lonely, cluthching his teddy bear,
as he queitly standing, he breathes in the frosty air.
he starts to look around at the figures walking by,
why does no-one ask what has made this little boy cry?
all of a sudden he starts running as fast as he can go,
he pushes through the people, but he takes no time to see,
it's as if he has remembered where he was supposed to be.
yet are our lives so busy while we sail through our day,
that we ignore those who we might meet along the way?
are we like the people who let this little boy,
stand on a street corner, alone but for his toy?
A contest entry
- Lost Yourself, Find Yourself by dreamersalwayslive.
735 points, ended July 30, 2008, 20 entries
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does this poem get you thinking?
Comments
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Intresting
A very intresting take on the prompt! The ryhme was nicely done, but, then again, I'm no good at ryhme. The punctuation and captilizatoin could use a little work though. Also, there is something that I requested you to put in your authors note; please do so by the time I judge this contest! -
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little boy
my gran is really ill at the min thats why i haven't been on. What is it i need to put in my authors note and how do i do it?
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