Weepy Days After The Obituary

I met a little boy in the park who said,

Excuse me, Sir, do you reuse those balls?

I said, Yes but you can have one if you like,

and chipped it over the chainlink fence.

A few minutes later he came inside,

offering to help me pick them up.

I gave him two more and let him hit

with one of my racquets.

He said, You are so nice! 

I said, I practice.

He said, No, I mean, nice to people.

I said, I practice that too.

He said, A girl at my school is so mean she said,

That’s why your mother left you.

And I was so mad I started yelling.

When I got home I shed tears about that.