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 little 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.

Poet: Shel Silverstein
Poem: The Little Boy and the Old Man
Volume: A Light in the Attic
Year: Published/Written in 1981

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, The Little Boy and the Old Man, has received 69 comments. Click here to read them, and perhaps post a comment of your own.