I wrote this poem for my AS son that is about to be 13. This is the only was I know to let others see my writings.
Written by: luvinmom4life
A Solitary Boy
There once ws a lonely, solitary boy.
He always played by lining up his toys.
Other children wouldn’t listen to what HE had to say.
Unfortunately, his life was like this every day.
They cared none for anything HE thought.
To make friends, he tried with All his Heart.
Whether basketball, baseball, or board games,
Each passing day brought more of the same.
He was either chosen last or told he couldn’t stay,
Anytime they allowed him to play.
They used to call him many mean names.
That is, until he got the idea to learn about Their games.
Then he had knowledge of one particular subject best.
Whatever They didn’t know, HE knew the rest.
The boy learned about Their subject beginning to end.
After years of trying so hard, he finally made friends.
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Luv