I watched as they threw his glasses back and forth.
He was small for his age, a tiny child.
His harassers were not, each of them a tower
to him. His attitude was mild.
He was always a nice kid, if a bit sensitive.
He let me borrow his pencils all of
the time. He even let me eat his lunch
when I had none of my own.
In spite of his kindness, I was inactive
as the game of keepaway unfolded.
No twinge of guilt came from me
as I watched the glasses go back and forth
until they shattered on the ground.
That shattering noise was followed
by pained cries from a kind soul,
and regrets from a lazy child
who lives in the shell of a man.
I can only hope that Jacob
found a better pair of glasses
and a better friend.