The Little Boy

THE LITTLE BOY The little boy left, On that sunny morning, Everybody else waved, But me, I turned away. The few bright ones laughed, But the others were oblivious, They couldn’t see the obvious, My little heart was breaking. Many years ago, that was, And life has come and gone, But I have always wondered, Did he grow up this boy? Did he grow up? And what kind of a man did he become? Did his dreams come true? And does he wonder about me too?