The Little Red Book
August 30th, 2010I am a sick little boy; my body is ill, too weak, too frail to wander very far.
Away from the harsh sun and noise, I seek comfort from the pale moon under gentle stars.
I used to watch other kids play, but thought their games were strange—
some yelling, some shouting, finally a winner would claim,
“I am better than everyone, I put everyone to shame!”