Little Boy Blue
Little boy blue
Don’t you have something better to do?
Wandering around,
Playing a fool
Looking for something
But you haven’t a clue.
Little boy blue
Your mother is looking for you
Your father is too
You haven’t been home in a month
I think they miss you.
Little boy blue
Eyes filled with tears and sleep
Maybe if you look elsewhere
That thing you are looking for
Might be right in front of you.
This poem is about:
Our world