Peter (A Real Conversation) Poem by Jack Oates

peters on his own she said
peering through the window
at the boy under the tree

true i replied
he is made a little different
doesnt think like you or me

he has no friends she said
some big girls pushed him
and made him run away

its difficult I replied
for him to understand things
things that help you play

peter is my friend she said
just because he isn't clever
i wouldnt make him go

oh sweetie I replied
I think you'll find
thats all he needs to know