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.
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Dear poet,
This is so true I do not have children but I remember my childhood days and recently God has given me privilege to be near my father who is with Alzheimer's. I see God has gifted you with special insights keep staying precious God bless you -
Anyone who has children and older parents can truly appreicate the depth of this write. Silverstein was a real genious with his poetry. Love it!
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One of my favorite poems by Shel Silverstein. It's so simple yet so beautiful.
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