The Little Boy and the Old Man

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.