The wealthy little boy sat
Uncomfortable in his blazer and tie
He stared miserably out of the schoolbus window
His outlet into what he thought was freedom
The poor boy sat
In his tattered and dirtied clothes
On the back of a truck
He stared miserably back
At the wealthy little boy
Wishing to have his life
Beautifully written and very heart warming … I am in love with this new place as you are.
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