The Boy

The lonely child awaits a better day

He looks for friends, the foes too blind to stay.

The scars he bears know not to speak of woe

Should love intrude, he wills it not to go.

You may still find him, patience is his friend

His broken heart can dare, can try, can mend.

This child has waited hoping soon to find

The one who carves for him a treasured Valentine,

Another child whose world speaks just of joy

Will recognize the sadness in the boy

And take his hand, and help him now to learn

The joy of friendship that his tears have earned.