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?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Hunjeri Avatar
September 3, 2015 at 5:16 PM
This is so heartfelt. Lost love is always a tough one to write about. God bless
Mwangi Avatar
September 8, 2015 at 6:30 AM
yes i guess it is:) thanks for the visit Njeri.
Anish Avatar
September 3, 2015 at 3:07 PM
This is touching - why was your heart breaking? Peace & Love Matthew Anish
Mwangi Avatar
September 8, 2015 at 6:23 AM
It was breaking b'coz i knew I'd never see my best friend again. thank you for the visit Matthew.
Guillermo - Fraser Avatar
September 3, 2015 at 9:54 AM
that's a secret love in the lines...nice one! ~Olive Eloisa
Mwangi Avatar
September 8, 2015 at 6:18 AM
:)glad you liked it and thank you for the visit Olive.
Godwin Avatar
September 3, 2015 at 9:34 AM
Touching, very much so ... CayCay
Mwangi Avatar
September 8, 2015 at 6:16 AM
thank you for the visit CayCay.
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