The golden boy: A Poem


There again is the golden boy
Clutching hard his stoned silver toy
His head held up like silver Roy
His laugh echoed again full of joy

His hair danced in the silent wind 
I watched him from the tall great hills
Oh! There again is yet another hint 
His money is from that ancient mill 

He is lonely everybody knew
But none smiled at him, only few
His eyes lit up and he asked “Who?”
They walked away and it wasn’t new

He cried that night when everybody slept
He was alone and his toy he left
His silver toy was soon a thief’s kept
And he was soon a tale that nobody felt

– Jan @jahnavigouri

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