The Lonely Boy

I watched out the window everyday,

to see a young boy often play,

all by himself at only six,

with only old and broken sticks.

I saw the other boys at play,

and suddenly saw them turn away,

when this young boy would shyly ask,

if he could possibly join their task.

"Oh go away!" they always said,

while throwing pebbles at his head,

and then one very rainy day,

i saw a girl skip past his way,

and seeing this odd little fella,

asked if he'd share her new umbrella.

I turned away and smiled slowly,

knowing this boy would no longer be lonely,

and just as i thought, the very next day,

the boy had a friend who was willing to stay.