THE TOY

He stood far in the corner,

Away from everyone’s view,

He was a loving father,

Wondering now what to do.

He watched the people,

All looking happy and gay,

Standing there he felt like a cripple,

But, yet he decided to stay.

He had no money,

Yet he had come to the fair,

His five year old wanted a bunny,

And would not settle for a small éclair.

The proud father decided to get him one,

So, now he stood here,

He watched all the having fun,

Staring at them with a tear.

He was too proud to beg or borrow,

And too honest to steal,

His barefoot adding to his sorrow,

And he had no goods with him to deal.

Slowly he began to walk,

Until he reached the huge toy shop,

After looking at the huge wall clock,

Next to the owner he stopped.

He asked the price of the desired toy,

The old man looked and gave him a smile,

And said, ‘That my boy,

Will cost u dollars five.’

Embarrassed, the man looked at his feet,

And stammered to the old man,

Keeping his voice very discreet,

Whether he wanted an extra hand.

He worked hard for two days,

And earned the desired toy,

The old man took him in his embrace,

For both, this was a moment of joy.

The brothers had parted back then,

And, hardly met each the other since,

Now the wall of ego between them,

Was acting like a thorny fence.