Lonely Blue Shirt

• Keely Viiga, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Oh me, oh my,
Who is he, why so shy?
The boy with that blue shirt,
That blue shirt that caught my eye.

He was quiet, then he was sad,
I had seen him for all these years,
There he sat,
Lonely blue shirt, there came the tears.

Off to the rescue, I the saviour,
I made my way, my way I made,
A new friend?
My friendship as the first aid.

He was not quiet nor sad anymore,
Our friendship grew,
Grew to 4 more,
Lonely blue shirt, I’m now here to stay.