The Childhood of Thomas Thimbleton
We’ll get it, yes!
We’ll get it, and you
Can…
Even
As he stands,
Flat on his feet,
In the noontime of his years,
Thomas can be
A child again.
As the joking, jocular, jibes
Dart, dart, dart
His heart aches
And his head spins
Spins, spins.
He is back
In the schoolyard again,
The gang of voices fencing
Him in and
Poking
At his tender soul:
Little Tommy has a thimble, has a thimble, has a thimble,
Little Tommy has a thimble, a thimble for a ____!
Funny?
Oh, how he wished
To be free,
Bold,
And able
To feel their glee,
Instead of
Anxiety.
Simon C.J. Falk 9 September 2016
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