Silent tears, creative writing in rhyming fashion
Mom and Dad have difficulty accepting how little Jimmy chose this path.
Little Jimmy stood behind the neatly painted white picket fence. His sad eye's begging for recognition from anyone who might look his way
His home alive with music, telephone conversations, and laughter, yet he remains unseen another day
He feels like a black widow spider who waits in a hidden web ready to pounce, ready to bite anyone, maybe then he'll be noticed. He knows this action is dreadfully mean,
but he's desperate for someone to ask about his most inner dream
Sometimes he misbehaves on purpose to see if mommie or daddy will punish him, but they never stop to listen or ask him why?
They are just too busy with social engagements to even try
Jim grows up and leaves home, eager to find someone who will listen to his unforgotten inner dreams
Instead, he fills his day's with danger and criminal schemes
He winds up doing time in prison, standing behind bars in a 6 by 8 room with a drab brick wall
He remembers standing behind a white picket fence and wishing so badly for someone to hear his wishful call
Mom and dad have difficulty accepting how little Jimmy chose this harmful path,
but deep inside they feel the bite of little Jimmy's inward wrath.
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