Disclaimer: Poem belongs to Shel Silverstein. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley belong to J. K. Rowling and the rest belong to me.
A/N: It seems that I like to relate Shel Silverstein's poems with Harry Potter ("Little Boy and the Old Man). I got this poem and the other one from the book, A Light in the Attic. I thot it was perfect for Harry in his first year. If you have this book or plan on checking it out at your local library, I suggest you read "Deaf Donald". It's very cute and bittersweet, but kinda hard to show on the computer.
Nobody
by: me, Sunburn
On Harry's first night at Hogwarts, he wasn't sleeping. No, he was too excited for that. His whole was changing and molding at every single waking moment. No more Dursleys, no more torture, no more lonliness.
Harry had met some extremely nice people today. One certain boy, Ron Weasley, had been the first he had bonded with. He felt as if he had built a life long friendship just out of those few hours he spoke with him.
Finally, Harry would have someone to share things with, and offer. Someone that could help him whenever he's in a jam or someone that would support him every step of the way.
Someone that would be sad if something bad had happened to him. Someone who would like him as a person instead of HIM, Harry Potter.
And Harry was glad, that finally, his day had come. He was lonley no longer. Because he had a friend. And no one can change that.
Nobody loves me,
Nobody cares,
Nobody picks me peaches and pears.
Nobody offers me candy and Cokes,
Nobody listens and laughes at my jokes.
Nobody helps when I get in a fight,
Nobody does my homework at night.
Nobody misses me,
Nobody cries,
Nobody thinks I'm a wonderful guy.
So if you ask me who's my best friend, in a whiz,
I'll stand up and tell you that Nobody is.
But yesterday night I got quite a scare,
I woke up and Nobody just wasn't there.
I called out and reached out for Nobody's hand,
In the darkness where Nobody usually stands.
Then I poked through the house, in each cranny and nook,
But I found somebody each place that I looked.
I searched till I'm tired, and now with the dawn,
There's no doubt about it----
Nobody's gone!
