The Frosted Glass

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  • Childhood

    The Frosted Glass

    No one listens to the poor kid,
    Skinny kid wearing last year's fashions.
    He wants to play but the others,
    They fear poverty is contagious - I imagine.
    Poor kid, silently siting on the sideline.
    To the others he is like frosted glass
    Almost as if they can see straight through him.

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    SmileyAngel138 commented on The Frosted Glass

    08-24-2009

    this is simple yet there is a sadness in it...no one wants to be the lonely kid in the corner...great job :-)

    frog commented on The Frosted Glass

    08-16-2009

    Such a wonderfully crafted piece. I liked the phrase 'they fear poverty is contagious'. Hate is indeed such a fear based emotion.

    saveaheart commented on The Frosted Glass

    06-25-2009

    This is a powerful poem. It addresses an issue that is often overlooked. Children can be so cruel, but I don't think they even realize it until they get older.

    DennisScott commented on The Frosted Glass

    06-22-2009

    Now this is more like it. Something that flows, something we can see and identify with. I remember a couple of kids like this when I was growing up.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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