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 © Unfamiliar Flower | Year Posted 2017
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