I was at Barnes & Noble with my son last night and made a surprising discovery: There’s a newly published book of poems by Shel Silverstein. It’s called Every Thing On It, and is apparently a post-mortem collection of poems he wrote between his 1996 book Falling Up and his death in 1999.
As a big fan since childhood, I read through several poems and found one which I really wanted to share. I took a picture of it so I could copy it later.
(The picture on the page depicts two kids walking past each other, wearing VERY large masks that extend a long way above their heads.)
She had blue skin.
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by —
And never knew.
Immediately on reading the poem I thought, “Obviously, these are closeted atheists.”