It is hard to be gifted,
no partner, no friend.
You sit and eat.
The loneliness creeps over your shoulder.
It ruins playtime,
all through maths,
no partner, no friend.
Will the sadness ever end?
In the sandpit,
on the bars,
on the path,
all alone.
The loneliness creeps forth.
It’s gloomy,
it’s glum,
I can’t eat my lunch.
Silent all play long.
Will there be a special friend?
All through spelling,
all through reading..
the loneliness creeps on.
The end of the day.
I feel the stars don’t even want to play.
It was a gloomy day.
