Be Like Bill

THE INVISIBLE CHILD; The athlete is cheered, the artist admired. The genius is honored, the mixer desired. The musician is followed, the rebel revered. The pretty is chased, the bully is feared. The lonely go unseen, the broken are lost. The skills she has learned are those she has bought. To spend what she owns from a bank that is small, is too big an expense to risk a big fall. She spends each day planning how to hide in a crowd. She avoids all attention lest she be pointed out. When she quietly speaks up and just asks for a hand, those that dismissed her dismiss her again. She suffers in solitude, not invited to dance. She fast-forwards her life and considers that chance. Each word of hope and request to spend time, infuses within her more strength for the climb. The skills she now lacks can only be learned, when the safety of loved ones is there at each turn. Were it not for the few that hear her whispers and pleas, the Invisible Child would never be seen----s.sprinkle 8/18