I’m not sure why the poems I’ve posted here have a similar theme. I never intended it that way and didn’t really think about it until I posted this one.
If you love this poem, then check out my other favorite poem called “The Bridge Builder”.
‘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.
– Shel Silverstein
That just makes me smile. 
