Paper Boomerang

At the college where I work,
they teach people with learning difficulties.
Today while I was on my rounds,
I passed one of these people
a young lad I would say was about eighteen.
In his hand, he clutched a paper boomerang.
It was obviously something he had made.
He waved it to and fro,
as if he was ready to give it a quick throw.
In his eyes, you could see
the smile of satisfaction
with what he had achieved,
and then he was gone from my view
with his paper boomerang.

21 May 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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