A/N: This is a poem I wrote as one of the tasks in our terminal exam last fall. Just thought I would post it. It's about a picture in the booklet we got to the terminal exam. Please read and review.

In the roadside

A boy is sitting
in the roadside,
with his hands around his knees.
No one is noticing him.
No one wonders why
he's sitting there
crying.
They just shrug it off:
"It's just a childish problem,
he can't understand
what's happening."
But he does,
like so many other children.
Adults just can't understand it.
And that is why
he is sitting in the roadside
with his hands around his knees
while no one is noticing him.