Sad Little Boy


With a tear in his eye,
Sad, alone, about to cry.
Sitting on a pile of bags,
In a corner dressed in rags.

No one wants and no one cares,
For the little boy with knots in his hair.
Sad to see and Sad to hear,
The little boy crying with fear.

All he wants is a friend to play,
Or to stop and say hello this very day.
A smile for him will so very well,
To cheer him a little I can tell.

To see a happy friendly face,
In this sad and dismal place.
Would bring about,
A change of heart no doubt.

You see it’s nothing new,
To pass a smile just from you.
It’s nice and it’s kind,
Ease his fears you will find.

All it takes is a word or two,
From the lips of me and you.
Come to the sand pit,
Where you and I can sit.

A smile is about to come,
From a kid not so dumb.
Today I have made a mate,
As he said Good-bye from the gate.

Macca.