New Friends

The boy sat out in the grass,

Watching each car quickly pass.

He didn’t know why he had no fun,

Ignored by parents and everyone.

One teardrop slipped from his eye,

He clenched his fists, he would not cry.

He stood and cursed the next car,

Though his voice did not travel far.

He never left his yard until this day,

But right now, he could not stay.

He kicked the dirt and walked up the street,

Until his wandering eye did meet.

He could not believe what he did see,

He thought to himself “that could be me”.

Another boy sat upon the grass,

Watching each car quickly pass.

The first boy stopped and sat down,

A smile replacing his weary frown.

The two boys talked all day long,

A brand-new friendship, starting strong.