There’s a young little boy in the old town square <br />Who sits so quietly <br />And looks at the sun and the dust in the air <br />And he never smiles for me <br /> <br />And if I could I would wish for that little boys face <br />To break into a grin <br />But it cant, and it wont, let the little boy pray <br />O lord let the smile win <br /> <br />And his face is a cloud and his eyes are the rain <br />His hair a shade of night <br />And he bats at the smiles with an old mans cane <br />And wishes the stars weren’t bright <br /> <br />And I’ve tried and I’ve tried and there’s others that tried <br />To open his eyes and his mouth <br />But for reasons unknown and reasons beside <br />His heart was the one stayed south <br /> <br />And its south where I sit on many a day <br />On a bench by the river park <br />And I wish and I wish in horrible ways <br />For a single breath of dark <br /> <br />And parts of me sit with that boy in the square <br />And they sit so quietly <br />And look at the sun and the dust in the air <br />And neither will smile for me<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-little-boy-who-makes-me-feel-old/
