Written by themanbehindtheglassOctober 12, 2016 There’s A Little Child There’s A Little Child He waits Holding back the excitement A toy train in his hand Looking up at the door He waits longer Ignoring his mother’s calls Missing his favourite program Fixated on the door handle Then carried away He looks back at the door The handle remains unturned – Try again tomorrow The clock’s hands keep moving There’s no longer a child by the door But somewhere deep inside The little child continues to wait Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.