Here’s a great poem to act out. A dialogue between a young boy of about four and an old man of around 75, so the characters have to sound very different from each other.
The Little Boy and the Old Man
Said the little boy, ‘Sometimes I drop my spoon.’
Said the little old man, ‘I do that too.’
The little boy whispered, ‘I wet my pants.’
‘I do that too,’ laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, ‘I often cry.’
The old man nodded, ‘So do I.’
‘But worse of all,’ said the boy, ‘it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.’
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
‘I know what you mean,’ said the old man.
Shel Silverstein
The Henry Brothers' Jim Jam Slam 
Nice!!
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i love it similar yet totally different people
I LOVE IT!!!!!
This is an amazing poem
i am analyzing the connection between old and young for a project i am doing in college called ‘the journey of growth’ and i think this is really helpful.
btw wats up wif the picture???
also by silverstein???
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A sad poem about reality… By the Henry Brothers
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