Help Me
Help me please! I'm a kid, and I'm confused.
Something's wrong with me -
I like to run wild and free 'neath the sun,
And climb a willow tree.
I ask too many questions, that I know.
Tell me, you are grown up -
Why I can't focus on spelling or math
Instead of my dog's new pup?
I'd rather throw sticks to Rex in a field
Of tall and wavy grass,
Or stroke a new kitten's soft fuzzy fur
Than sit at my desk in class.
Like the willow that dwells wild in the field
My limbs are growing fast.
My brain is sprouting some new branches too,
Not to be surpassed.
I'd like to be a wild fox or a deer -
Not a bull or a cow,
But dad says animals are useful when
They give milk or pull a plough,
Plants are useful when they grow up in rows,
But I say this, I'm not proud -
I like the scattered way they are before
Those lovely fields get ploughed.
I want to be useful just like my dad,
So, in my desk I sit,
But my brain's still out in the sun and wind,
I just cannot control it.
After school, I have lots of activities,
without even a break,
Supervised by skillful adults who can
Keep me from making mistakes.
Is there a way for me to get better,
Or medicine for me,
So I can be like my hard-working dad
And join society?
Thank you, sir, I don't have any more questions.
I'm OK - I've had my pill.
Just let me know what I need to do,
And I'll do it sir, I will.
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David Crandall
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