Poem February / March 2006
CRY LITTLE BOY
© 2005 Jerry EsnoughCry little boy at the end of the movie
As the credits roll and the picture screen becomes darkThe man shell you wear
Cold and rigidWho would guess you had a heart
People flock to you
Now that you are goneTo reminisce sad trails of lost love
People love a gloomy story
It makes them want to change theirs"I don’t want to end up like that"
A little boy crying inside the shell of a manCold and rigid
