The Unchosen Ones

The Unchosen Ones



In our play ground

where we run
around 

like wild 
little monkeys

a whooping and
a hollering

Order now required

organize the games

Captains anointed

To choose up sides 

The last one picked
always smiles

but

cries inside

Something they
carry within
throughout their lives


Don't tell them
tis just a game

These self esteem
crushing scenes