Shel Silverstein

I bought “A Light in the Attic” in the attic a while ago from Author’s (alright… my dad bought it for me while I picked out other books and magazines like Popular Photography).

Just as a side note, Author’s is a new English bookstore that was created about a year ago in Bogota. It’s run by an alumnus couple from Colegio Nueva Granada (our school!) Anyway, there are lots of books here, some (especially hardcovers) pricy, but it’s nice to know that there is an English bookstore in Bogota.

Anyway… I now own “A Light in the Attic” by Shel Silverstein. I was always a fan of “The Giving Tree” since a little child. I liked it because of the easy read, and I like it now due to the deep thoughts implemented into the book.
I’m keep getting off topic… I wanted to share some poems (and will do it for the next few weeks probably as I find my favorites in the book). Here’s one for today:

The following poem has the giving tree feel to it

THE LITTLE BOY AND THE OLD MAN

Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the little 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.

Touching, eh? ^^