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 seemsGrown-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.
~~Shel Silverstein~~
Five years ago today: Tree Away
To true
ReplyDeleteToo true I meant to say
DeleteI recently did a children's lesson in church on noticing the elderly and the handicapped, to speak to them, using Acts 3 with Peter and the crippled man at the temple gate as my text. Our church is made up of elderly people, and we do a good job of paying attention to each other.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story!
DeletePowerful! Thank you for sharing, my friend.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome.
DeleteI used to use Shel's poems at school a lot. The kids really liked him!
ReplyDeleteI can see why the poems would be popular. They're approachable and easy to understand.
DeleteAll too true. But I wouldn't want to go back.
ReplyDeleteMe neither, because then I'd have to go through all the mess of adulthood again.
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