Farewells

In Max's eyes there is no joy.

Not normal for a ten year boy.

It's a sight that I before have seen.

But ten weeks has ended fleeting dream.

Bus is here, it's time to leave.

Tries to hide it, but see him grieve.

Of Camp Campbell said he couldn't stand.

But he made some friends, a merry band.

I can see that he's now loathe to go.

Although he'd never tell me so.

Perhaps he will not miss this place.

But to loveless home, no urge to race.

I know this camp's not paradise.

But I've always tried to make things nice.

That, he might appreciate.

But won't ever reciprocate.

I hope he can see his life through.

Him, and all the others too.

But Campbell, it will remain here.

And hey, there's always the next year.