Childhood Poems; Here's A Thinker

Growing up, I was obsessed with Shel Silverstein poems. As Jason (my fiance) knows, I still enjoy reading them on occasion and have been know to "steal" my nephews books. I came across this touching poem (one of my favorites) and thought I'd post since it's align with my typical blogging topics. It really makes you think -- treat all people, young and old, with respect.

The Little Boy and the Old Man

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.

- Shel Silverstein