There I was, feeling alone
Alone in a world of greed
Like saddened child with a limp
In the bin crying inside
Pick me, pick me, cries unheard
Tears unseen crying inside
Passed by ugly ducks can't play
Our team has to win the game
But in the end no matter
No matter I was different
Crippled, darkened skin, alone
Store's empty, I didn't count
All must play who needs one more
Last apple in the bin. Him?
Boy with a limp mottled skin
Least damage left field he'll play
Kid who was shunned now at bat
There hit he did a high home run
Unwanted child, apple sliced
Tasty inside, skin was sweet
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- Photo, "Apple, one slice cut" (my name) posted by Fireblossom at the link below
- I am linked with Fireblossom, Sunday Muse, at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/03/sunday-muse-99.html?m=1
Labels: Poem, Story Poem, Sunday Muse
posted by Jim @ 3/14/2020 04:37:00 AM
10 comments
10 Comments:
Kid goes long. Good for him.
Nice story here in your poem Jim. Inspiring write!
The kids who are shunned grow up to be the most amazing people, likely because they werent part of the herd. Nicely told, Jim.
Sad, so sad, the child who is always picked last or positioned poorly.
I can feel the sadness and the reality of being the last one picked.
This sends the message that no one should be wanted. Every child is a blessing to this world!
Great message from this.
I like the metaphor of how we can't judge an apple by its skin!
There's something about not being in the "in" crowd that creates and hones a drive and determination to be the very best at what you do … and a bit of a desire to say "Look at me now!" Been there, done that. Good write, Jim.
There's a great lesson in this. We are way too quick to judge and may lose the ones we need so desperately to unfounded opinions. Stay safe and well!
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