The boy who had everything
His name was Roman Gregory Smite
Merely five foot two in height,
But what a brat this young boy was
Who wanted everything because....
He’d scream and shout and kick if need
‘I want a bike made of gold’ he’d plead,
‘And don’t forget the wad of cash
And stocks and shares before they crash!’.
His room was stacked with high tech stuff
This boy could never get enough!
He ate too much, gorged on sweets
A fatter boy you’d never meet.
Then one night a man appeared
With hood and boots and ginger beard.
‘I have the item of your dreams
Only you can afford it seems’.
‘For it comes at a heavy price
But I will not offer it twice!’
‘What is it?’ asked the greedy kid,
‘It’s a money tree, so place your bid'.
‘A money tree, wow that’s unreal’
And to his greed it did appeal.
‘What do you want?’ ‘I want the lot!’
So, the kid gave him everything he’d got!!
And so, the phone and laptop were gone,
And everything which did belong,
In exchange for a pile of seeds
Which produced nothing but a bunch of weeds.
The boy had nothing to his name
Could do nothing but hide in shame,
And then the man with hood and beard
Out of nowhere reappeared.
‘I hope you’ve learned your lesson well
That upon riches you shouldn’t dwell,
Belongings do not define your wealth
Only family, friends and your good health'.
He lowered the hood and peeled off the beard
But this was not a man to fear,
For the man who stood beside the lad
Was none other than his doting Dad.
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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