When a Loner Meets a Loner
Sitting on the side bench
watching kids from my class,
happily singing and playing with
their best friends,
their laughter and cheers
loud and clear and not
bothered at all to get
dirt on their school wear.
Sadness fills my heart
at the sight of them,
not about the dirt they've got on them
but at the thought that nobody
ever actually has fun with me like that.
Yes! I would like to run around
and play, scream and shout,
till my lungs ache, but all they
ever do is snicker at me saying,
"Hey loner, you aren't ever getting anybody's company, for no...
watching kids from my class,
happily singing and playing with
their best friends,
their laughter and cheers
loud and clear and not
bothered at all to get
dirt on their school wear.
Sadness fills my heart
at the sight of them,
not about the dirt they've got on them
but at the thought that nobody
ever actually has fun with me like that.
Yes! I would like to run around
and play, scream and shout,
till my lungs ache, but all they
ever do is snicker at me saying,
"Hey loner, you aren't ever getting anybody's company, for no...