“Little Boy Blue”
here is a poem
for you
at 4
you don’t know the door
but you will at 18
go far …
and find yourself
don’t be anybody else
don’t be them
be the golden boy
I know you are
the one I saw
that day
running away
or trying to
you’d almost reached the toys
before they came after you
no time for toys
you were there to pick a movie out for rent
and you would
heard you crying in that awful way
heard them yelling at you, blaming you
as if you were a grown man
who had taken their food away
at 4
you don’t know the door
but you will at 18
go far …
TL