Little Boy Blue Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

Little Boy Blue



Old school photographs and clothes I used to wear
Little bikes and little drums when sunlight bleached my hair
Socks up to my knees and sandals in the grass
Like the ink upon the picture, that memory faded fast
Little boy blue come out to play
Bang your drum in the light of day
The oil drum in the corner was where I hid my toys
When neighbours would arrive for tea and bring their little boys
This photograph explains it all, the things I used to like
But the world just kept on turning like the wheels upon my trike
And the grass is still as green at least inside my mind
Alas it’s only black and white, the camera never lies
Little boy blue come out to play
Bang your drum in the light of day
Little boy blue come out to play
Bang that drum in your very own way

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