The Little Boy and The Old Man

I was reading from “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein to Claire for the first time today. I came across one poem that made me stop, think and be humbled.

The Little Boy and The Old Man

Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”

Said the little 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.


As a parent and as a nurse, I have a lot of work to do.

A lot of work.


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Posted on November 4, 2010, in Cassie. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. That poem made me cry when I’d read it to you, too. I’m tearing up reading it again. We all have a lot of work to do, babe. Compassion and understanding aren’t always our first reactions. Love you. Thanks for posting this. I get all teary when I read The Giving Tree, too.

  2. Loved Shel. Loved “A Light in the Attic.”

  3. That was one of my favorite books as a kid. And I think I have some work to do too.

  4. There is no one in the WORLD who can yank my heartstrings like Shel Silverstein, except maybe The Guy.

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