I met this boy one day
On the journey home
He sat by himself quietly
Playing with small stones
I felt the need to speak
So I strolled to greet
Spoke to the young boy
With nothing on his feet
He stared down at his toes
And gave a happy grin
Before returning to me
His words, I did listen
He smiled a toothy beam
As if no worries in the world
Like there was nothing wrong
As his lips tugged and curled
Before me he held the stone
In his hand we both look
He told me it was mine to keep
So from his hands I took
He said: I may have nothing
But I can still give
I may have no one
But yet I still live
I can't afford a thing
No shoes for my feet
But yet I still live
My heart has a beat
Since then I have learnt
That people smile on
Though nothing to show
With everything gone
The boy had nothing
Though he wears a grin
But we do nothing
No charity within
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Point of View {poems}
Poetry. Because what is the point of living on a revolving planet when all we do is remain inside the box, with the same single minded view? ...
