The Little Boy and the Old Man

Said the little boy, Sometimes I drop my spoon.

Said the old man, I do that too.

The little boy whispered, I wet my pants.

I do that too, laughed the little old man.

Said the little boy, I often cry.

The old man nodded, So do I.

But worst of all, said the boy, it seems

Grown-ups don't pay attention to me.

And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.

I know what you mean, said the little old man.