Sad Little Boys

Sad little boys
with their unspoken joys.
They refuse to come in
out of the rain.
They adore the
worn moons
which shine at night.
Each staring,
doing an emotional examination.
What will they achieve?
How will the world change?
They only hope to make a difference
while the droplets come down.
It is they who believe
in true miracles.

Reviews

[JBoone]

A poem of thruth and perspective. Well written. Great read.