everything sorts its self out,it just takes time.


they made fun

they picked on the boy,
because his name was troy,
they picked on him,
because his ears were to big,
they picked on him,
because he wasnt dim,

they kicked him and punched him,
breaking his heart,
deeper at every hit,
he fell to the floor,
his head hit the ground,
this was a moment he would never live down,
poor troy,

he stumbled home,
his mother insisted he moved school,
but troy wouldnt,

they picked on the boy,
because his ears were to big,
they picked on him,
because he was cleverer than them,

troy suffered many long years of torture,
he learnt to fight back,
he still had no chance,
but the last day of school,
troy had the best day,
he went on to university,
then started his own bussiness,
he became rich,

troy had grew into his ears,
he got the choice to change his name,
he said no,
he wanted to be troy,as a reminder of that little boy.










Poetry by UnforgivenAngel
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Written on 2006-02-18 at 08:55

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Zoya Zaidi
Dear Angel, what a beautiful story, so beautifully told!
Perseverance pays!!!
(((((((Hugs for Troy!)))))))
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-02-18