Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.� Said the old man, “I do that too.� The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.� “I do that 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 old man. - - - - Shel Silverstein
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