Run Away

"I'm leaving!" he shouted,
face all pouted.
"Don't forget to pack!"
I yelled back.
"What kind of stuff?"
he asked rather gruff.
"Shoes, socks
collection of rocks,
toothbrush, underwear,
sticky gel for your hair,
pet lizards and their tank,
don't forget your piggy bank!
Bring a jacket, it gets cold.
Pack your scarf, it snows, I'm told.
Put in food, put in water
bring a fan for when it's hotter.
Pack some of your coolest toys
to share with other homeless boys.
Slippers, pillow, sleeping bag,
soap, shampoo, clean wash rag."
He stared at his bag
"It's too heavy to drag.
I guess I can't go."
I smiled, "I know."