The little boy and the Old man By shel Sliverstein
"The little boy and the Old man," by Shel Sliverstein is about how people are the same when they are a toddler and as they get older. They both wear some sorta of diper and they both can't control when they go to the bathroom. Toddlers and older people only get attention when they need it and they have to ask for a bath and everything they want. This poem has a few words that rhyme, like hand and man, but it doesn't have a regular rhyme scheme. There is also repetition in this poem "old man" is repeated several times. This poem really got my attention, because its written truthfully a lot of old men and women can't take care of themselves because they are to weak and toddlers and babies are just entering the world so they don't know how to take care of themselves or anything. Shel Sliverstein's poems are written for children but I really enjoy reading them.
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
"The little boy and the Old man," by Shel Sliverstein is about how people are the same when they are a toddler and as they get older. They both wear some sorta of diper and they both can't control when they go to the bathroom. Toddlers and older people only get attention when they need it and they have to ask for a bath and everything they want. This poem has a few words that rhyme, like hand and man, but it doesn't have a regular rhyme scheme. There is also repetition in this poem "old man" is repeated several times. This poem really got my attention, because its written truthfully a lot of old men and women can't take care of themselves because they are to weak and toddlers and babies are just entering the world so they don't know how to take care of themselves or anything. Shel Sliverstein's poems are written for children but I really enjoy reading them.
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.