Poem by me
Silly little boy,
With such your foolish ways,
Much knowledge in your head,
But none inside your gaze,
I try to make the time,
I hope that you do know,
To converse and be happy,
Or say a simple hello,
But the time slips away,
And I haven't got it back,
Though I want to talk much more,
I cannot stay to chat,
But you worry much too greatly,
For our friendship here at hand,
And it seems that instead of being so close,
I'm on some other land,
I don't want to get your spirits up,
And say a nice hello,
Then have to get sorrowful again,
When I say I have to go,
Because I know I do not have the time,
And it doesn't wait for anyone,
Nor do