little boy

he was crying, and she couldn’t figure out why.
in between sobs, the little boy, he wiped his nose clean by.

she asked him what was wrong, why was he crying his heart out all day long?
he said nothing but pointed out to his pencil box,there lay a pencil, its lead broken apart.

she fell in love with this little wonder of life,
and brought in a sharpener, to sparkle the kid’s life.
his mouth went wide when he saw the magic unfurl before his eyes,
his pencil was new again, he could again conquer the demons which cross his paths by.

if only, so simple, could be life.