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