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The Little Grey Boy
“Mom, may I come?” said the little grey boy,
To his bright white sparkling mother,
She said “no, not today,
You stay home and play”
And left the little boy on his own.
“Dad, may I help?” said the little grey boy,
To his dark suited businessman father,
He said “no, not now,
You wouldn’t know how.”
And left the little boy on his own.
“Dad, look at me!” said the little grey boy,
Twirling about like a top,
But he nodded his head,
“That’s nice” he said,
And left the little boy to twirl all alone.
“Mom, here’s your pearls” said the little grey boy,
Wishing he could glow just like her,
But she didn’t say a word,
As if she never heard,
And left the little boy all alone.
The little grey boy tried to play by himself,
As the hours and days passed,
But his dolls only stared,
His dog only slept,
And daydreams never did last.
“The years have gone by” thought the little grey boy,
“And now I am grown to my teens,”
There must be some way,
To bring colour to grey,
And to not spend the time so alone.
And he found it one day, on a small slip of paper,
That he put on top of his tongue,
He was as high as the sun,
And when the feeling was done,
The little boy was no longer alone.
The colours were bright, there were rainbows at night,
And he finally felt he was free,
He couldn’t get through a day,
Without feeling this way,
But at least he wasn’t so alone.
“Son come with me” said his mother in white,
Looking at her son in pain,
We’ll take you to a place,
Where you’ll be safe,
But the little boy stayed on his own.
“Son you need help” said the dark suited father,
With tears streaming out of his eyes,
But he said “no, not now,
You wouldn’t know how.
I’ll do it all on my own.”
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