Sweet Tooth
When I have a bag of candy
I have oh so many friends
They all come gather around me
But it don’t last, it always ends
I guess I aint that special
I’ve never been cool it’s true
Still I just wanna fit in
All I want is a friend or two
So I steal me another dollar
From daddy’s jacket behind the door
Then I head on down the street
back to the corner store
The man behind the counter
He asks me “What’s your choice?”
“Please, some red blue and green ones.”
I answer with in a quiet voice.
He hands me my bag of candy
I pray it’s a magical treat
That someone might then like me
and not disappear after they eat
They like jelly beans and jawbreakers
For my treats everyone pretends
I’m just like one of them
and we’re all the best of friends.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2019
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