New Bed

I was thinking how hard somethings are

There is a little boy sitting on my bed
His eyes are big. He talks of pirates
I listen, happy just to be
He didn't know that I had failed

My office did not care
There was someone else, already there
My bed, my old bed, it is gone
with my other things worn and thrown

All my treasure is in six plain boxes
Old things, some bottles, old things
and this little boy sitting on my bed
His eyes are big. He talks of pirates.

Author's Note

Please..be honest. Thank you