The Little Boy and the Old Man by Shel Silverstien

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the 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 worst 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 little old man.

 

This is a beautifully simplistic poem.  It reveals to us just how much we go in a full circle over the course of our lifetimes.  The little boy begins to confess things to the old man, and the old man confesses that the same things seem to be happening to him too.  The old man comforts the little boy in this way, and they seem to make a real copnnection in that they share the same 'weaknesses'.  I love this poem because it reminds me of when i used to talk to my Grandma about everything that i was having problems with at the time.  I remember how nice it was to be able to talk to someone.  I like this peom for its simple but powerful mood.