Why Won'T You Play With Me

He and I went to the same school,
we were in the same class.

He never studied with me
or played with me.

He was too cool for me
and I didn't know how.

When we each went our separate ways,
back to our homes,
he had help with his studies,
while sometimes I found supper.

He got to sleep with just a blanket,
feeling warm and toasty,
while I slept with just a blanket, too, feeling cold as if I was outside,
perhaps I was.

I never wished I was him,
why would I?
why would I want to be someone,
someone who wouldn't want to play with me?

He never got the higher grade.
Now as he receives his paycheck from me,
he asks me how.
How did I?

I paused and smiled,
you never played with me,
no one did,
so I kept myself busy.

He said thank you for his bonus,
I said, no!
Thank you for not playing with me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Imtiaz Avatar
October 25, 2018 at 1:34 PM
Hi Flow, just like your title flower, your writing is creating flowers. I love it. "He said thank you for his bonus, I said, no! Thank you for not playing with me."
Heathfield Avatar
September 13, 2018 at 12:45 PM
From the heart ~ Jeff
Ajmal Avatar
December 11, 2017 at 8:07 AM
Such a beautiful written poem, you truly are a great poet, well as you mention " he " many boys are shy, that s the reason they mostly don t talk to girls, so that doesn t mean he was proud, maybe he wasn t, and you correctly says that I don t want to be like him, you see everyone is unique in his/ her own ways, no one is perfect, others weakness can be your strength while your weaknesses are other strength, so we should always be proud of what we are, and try to be better
Flower Avatar
December 11, 2017 at 11:08 AM
yes, i agree the way one man's trash is another' treasure and one man's treasure is another trash the same goes for strength and weaknesses... thank you so much for your kind words :) I'm very flattered that you think so. thank you :)
Swartz Avatar
December 10, 2017 at 11:15 PM
I like this a lot. It shows a lesson of hard work over privileged fun. Very well done. Your words tell the whole story wonderfully.
Flower Avatar
December 11, 2017 at 10:54 AM
thank you very much :) glad that you liked it
Lamoureux Avatar
December 10, 2017 at 10:40 AM
Personally I really enjoyed this piece. There are those who prefer a more ridged approach. Myself I like pieces that create emotional connection.
Flower Avatar
December 10, 2017 at 2:58 PM
I'm glad you did :) thank you!! everyone has their own preference, I also prefer poems that are relatable
Michael Avatar
December 9, 2017 at 1:56 PM
You are poetry...the rest is extra... Tell it like it is...All the best Antonia
Flower Avatar
December 9, 2017 at 4:01 PM
Thank you :) all the best for you too
Inman Avatar
December 9, 2017 at 1:43 AM
A deep write Antonia.
Flower Avatar
December 9, 2017 at 4:00 PM
Thank you :)
Robinson Jr. Avatar
December 7, 2017 at 6:13 AM
Powerful poem, Antonia! I like the grammatical errors just fine. It's real ... it's how children speak. I respect Suzette's opinion, but this is mine. Poets aren't confined to the rigid rules of written language. Express your thoughts as they muse light upon your pen. This is an extraordinary poem on so many levels. Very thought provoking. Self-introspective poetry of the highest order. An instant fave for sure. Star bright write. Pure poetry. May love light your path always.
Flower Avatar
December 7, 2017 at 11:57 AM
Thank you for your opinion:) yes my errors were intended but I appreciate you’re point of view too. Thank you so much :)
One Avatar
December 7, 2017 at 5:24 AM
Great message and well written..
Flower Avatar
December 7, 2017 at 11:57 AM
Thank you
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