by James Lyons

Created on: March 26, 2009

Title: Patience.

Maybe next time, I hear from my mother

As everyone leaves to ride round the street

Always too young, too small, or too something

Imagination must carry these feet.

Your day will come, replied the physician

But I'll mow your lawn and take special care!

Not quite old enough for such a position

You'll worry your mom, now run along there.

Go play somewhere else, said the boys playing baseball

We've got enough players, don't get in our way

But I'll be your bat boy, or be the scorekeeper!

You'll only get hurt, so please go away.

You're not big enough, said the ride operator

You must be as tall as this sign to climb on

But all of the rides that I fit in are boring!

I'm sorry, but those are the rules, move along.

When will that day come when I am included?

It seems that I'm always outside looking in

Why do I feel like I've only intruded

Whenever I make an attempt to fit in?

I wonder just how I'm supposed learn new things

If I'm not allowed to try anything new?

Hopefully one day they'll see that they need me

When given a chance, I know I'll come through.

Until that day I will watch and be patient

Learn from mistakes that are played out before

They may not notice I'm participating

If knowledge is power, I'll be hard to ignore.

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