I want to be
very
clear
and make sure
you hear me
You hear me
now:
Hanging your head
low
and
being
forsaken
is
not
acceptable
Ok?
I can’t hear you
That’s better
You have got
to
be
proud!
You have
got
to
be proud!
So
the little
boy
went out
into
the
world
and
put up
with
everthing
and
anything
thrown
his way,
hurled
his way,
shouted his
way
He had
all
the money
from
his
piggy bank
with
him
and
he
got
exactly
exactly
what
he
was looking for
When
he got home
he
hid it
just
enough
so
when
she got it
she
would
be
wonderfully
surprised
Today
that
little
boy
is
writing
this
poem
(if it qualifies as such)
And
waving
at the sky
just
to
let her
know
he
never forgot
what
she
said
Nor should anyone
