Written for: Poetic Bloomings2
A "Shel" of Your Former Self
THE LITTLE BOY AND THE OLD MAN
By Shel Silverstein
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 too, laughed the 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.
"This week we breech a subject with which more of us here deal than not. Aging. As we get a little older, we become more and more a shell of our former selves. Our highlighted poem by Shel Silverstein approaches the subject tenderly and lovingly as the similarity between the little boy and the aged gentleman is compared.
Re-read the Silverstein poem to refresh the concept. Then, you are charged with writing a poem that reflects your process as told to a young person. You are the Old (Woman/Man)."
Oh, your favorite book is Harold and the Purple Crayon?
Yes, I love that book. Little girl smiles.
My favorite color is purple. Do you like coloring
Oh yes, little girl says, but I always color outside
So did I. It was more fun.
Little girl says, I like to make trees and clouds
in different colors, but teacher says I have to use
the right color crayon.
I liked to draw pink trees.
Wow. My teacher would be upset if she saw that.
You know, cookie crumbs stick to my lips all the time.
Well, I have the same problem with crumbly cookies.
Know what I want to be when I grow up? A famous
baseball player. She giggles. Dad says I'm too skinny.
You are still growing. You can be anything you like.