Friday, April 17, 2009

Runt

Runt
When the other fish hatched,
I was the smallest.
I was the runt.
When they played games,
they left me out.
I was the runt.
When the fish raced,
I always lost.
I was the runt.
When they went to school,
I was picked on.
I was the runt.
When we played teams,
I was picked last.
I was the runt.
When they were all caught
and eaten by hungry fishermen,
I was thrown back.
I was the runt.
---Maysen Smith

1 comment:

FitzSimmons Times said...

Love it - so true. Be grateful who you are!