A Poetry

"Kick The
Can"

A boy walked down his well kept street. He finished an early
morning soda.
He kicked the can.

"It just isn't fair" he mumbled.
"I should have brand new clothes today"
He kicked the can.

"First
Day of school, ALL the kids are wearing the best off the rack"
He kicked
the can.

He thought of the stain on his week old pants, washed clean,
by his mother
He kicked the can.

"How can I wear this to school?"
"What will others think of me?"
He kicked the can.

Thinking of
lunch, he checked his pocket for money. Enough for fast food.
He kicked
the can.

"Other kids are so lucky"
He kicked the
can.




A boy walked down his street. The garbage man forgot
a soda can.
He kicked the can.

"It just isn't fair" he mumbled. "I
wish I had new clothes to wear today"
He kicked the can.

"The
first day of school, ALL the other kids are wearing new stuff"
He kicked
the can.

He looked at the small hole in the knee of his jeans. "Maybe
they won't see."
He kicked the can.

He checked the brown bag to
see what his mother packed for his lunch.
He kicked the
can.

"Other kids are so lucky"
He kicked the
can.




A boy saw a soda can in the street. He thought of
turning it in.
He kicked the can.

"I wish I had something else to
wear today, the first day of school."
He kicked the can.

His shirt
was worn, but not too many holes, but they seemed big to him.
He kicked
the can.

He wondered if people would be able to tell he got his
lunches at school for free.
He kicked the can.

He put the can in
his pack, he would get the money later.
He kicked a stone.

anyone understand this?/