The Broken Airplane

In a big beautiful bungalow

There lived a little boy

Pampered by his parents

Who never let him cry

They would get him gifts

And treats all the time

For his wants, they were ready 

To spend every dime

So, one day after work

His dad got him a toy

Just one glance at it

And he was full of joy

In the morning and evening

Afternoon and night

He would keep this airplane

Everyday by his side

He had a lot of toys

But the plane was the best

However, as time passed

It got lost in the rest

With new gifts each day

He forgot about the plane

One day when found broken

He threw it down the lane

Passing by the street 

There came a poor boy

That’s when he noticed

That old broken toy

He had dusty matted hair

And wore rags for a dress

The sight of the plane

He was overcome with happiness

Although it was broken

Left on the road

He took it with a smile

To a hut, his abode

His family was so poor

That toys, he had none

They couldn’t afford meals

How could he think of fun

But since he’d got the plane

He would play with it all day

It was the best thing he had

That’s what he would say

Something that was forgotten 

By that little rich boy

For the poor kid, it was a source

Of unending joy

Perspective is varied

For different sets of people

A masterpiece for some

For some, just a pebble