Author Medora C. Addison We never gave him sympathy Because he seemed so cold;We thought that he was grown up Because he looked so old.And yet behind his scornful eyes That never laughed or smiled,I have seen looking out at me A lonely little child. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments