He isn’t like the other boys

His eyes are older and sad

One might never believe he was only ten;

Watch the way he stands by the window

in the dark, empty classroom

watching the others play outside in the snow,

He purposely leaves his boots at home

so he won’t have to go play with them,

talk to them, be laid bare for them;

He sits alone, somewhere else,

his eyes won’t say where his heart is,

it would almost be sad, were it anyone else;

But he’s going to be someone, alright,

Just watch the way he stands watch over the world

as though he is its only knight;

He’s going to be someone, alright,

someday when he discovers where he belongs—

—it’s clear that isn’t here by the window

watching others play without him.