Little boy


The Last One Standing


          I am the last one standing,  
          When kids are picking teams,
          I am the last one standing,
          That no one ever sees.
            
          I am the one with head bent low,
          Ashamed again, once more,
          I look away to hide my tears,
          Like so many times before.
            
          I am the one, who always hears,
          The whispers as I pass,
          I am the one, who always feels,
          Left out each day in class.
            
          I am the one, who knows the pain,
          That sticks and stones can bring,
          And whoever said that names can’t hurt,
          Has never felt their sting.
            
          I am the one, who’d lend a hand,
          At a single moments glance,
          I am the one, who’d be your friend,
          If I only had  the chance.
            
          I am the one, who truly hopes
          The world will finally see,
          To walk a day within my shoes,
          And spend a day like me.
            
          A world that we can all embrace,
          With love and understanding,
          To never again see another child,
          Who is the last one standing.

~ Lisa J Schlitt ©2004 ~
p.schlitt@sympatico.ca
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[ Author: Lisa J Schlitt, Copyright © 2004 (p.schlitt@sympatico.ca) -- submitted by: Lisa J Schlitt ]

       

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