Dedicated To All the Boys and Girls Next Door

He was the little boy next door, but I didn’t see him too much Even though our houses were so close that they practically touched. I saw them bring him home that day when he was just three days old; I saw him play on the swings out back when the weather wasn’t cold. I saw him waiting for the bus on his first day of school; I saw him out in front of the house learning to ride his bicycle; I saw him in his cap and gown on his June graduation day; I saw him in his uniform just before he went away. I never really saw him much even though he lived next door, And now I attend the funeral for a little boy who died at war.