Young Boy in the Sun – Poem

I am so young and full of life;

But rather boring, this is my strife.

I sit right here, on this old bluff,

And think of nothing, which isn't tough.

My mother scolded me, which really hurt,

for soiling my feet with all that dirt.

So now I sit here alone and defeated.

Because her flooring was so mistreated.

The smirk on my face shows my current mood.

Which is “I don't care that I was so rude.”

I may seem quite rude, and not very coy,

But I do not care, for I'm just a boy.