he sits on the step stool swinging his feet.
little boy, knows not who he is.
he sits on the step stool looking around.
for someone who might be his.

Pointless and nameless is this little boy.
a mistake, if you could call it even that.
sits on the step stool, biting his nails,
one sock and a worn down hat.

No future ahead, not loved even once.
little boy sits with his empty eyes.
no one to pick him up when he is cold.
or wipe his tears whenever he cries.

Little boy sitting in a worn down hat.
no one ever cared about you, my son.
little boy sitting, kicking his feet.
this is pointless and now it is done.