He Was a Simple Boy
He was a simple boy
Everyone told him, made fun of him too.
Called him names and laughed at him.
Mean names.
He thought he was low.
Afraid his kindergarten teacher would find out.
She did not know, and neither did his classmates.
He was well-liked, and always wondered why.
He looked down at his feet most of his life,
Studying his shoes, always thinking about how simple he was
And low, and slow, and not smart in any kind of way.
Not because he was, but because his parents were name-callers.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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