The rich little boy
was peering-
Out through the
window, at the boy down the street,
Oh! He seemed to be
so happy!
Thought of all that
he had:
He had his toys, his
TV, and five of his dogs,
But the boy down the
street had something that he didn’t.
He had a smile on his
face.
A smile like nothing
he had ever seen;
A smile, rather, like
nothing he could ever imagine.
A smile, that for
him, would remain a dream forever.
And this pained him.
For
He knew that joy was
the biggest of all treasures:
Something which no
riches could ever buy,
Something without
which no bird could ever fly.
But what could he do?
He was never content
Like the boy down the
street with not one luxury
He would never even
change; so as the night closed down,
He simply dreamt of the joy that he could never have.
He simply dreamt of the joy that he could never have.
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