The little boys eyes were deep blue like the sea
His hands were pale while, frail, wrinkled and small
He was alone with only a cracked cup for tea
He sat crumpled against a tall dirty wall
Men and women walk by without a look
He watches with envy as they ate rice
He stands and in his old book
A smile spreads from cheek to cheek, his face looks quite nice
His small dirty face looks so out of place
Watching and waiting looking down the lane
Passers by look at him like he is waste
He eyes the dogs locked up in chains
Another small boy comes over to say hi
And I am sad and want to day goodby
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