Alone

Billy no-mates sat alone on the bench in the playground Along came Johnny no- friends, perched next to him and frowned The other kids ignored Billy, he was weird They ignored Johnny, he had a stubbly beard They didn’t think that Billy felt lonely If they knew ....if only If they included him in a game They’d realize he was the same He wasn’t cool - so what? Didn’t really matter a jot Johnny was ill a couple of years No longer with his peers So he was a little older He carried his poems in a folder His poems were poignant and haunting Poetry was easy but talking was daunting Billy could be you or me Johnny could be Dan or Lee No-one should feel alone We are not made of stone