Lonely Little Boy Poem by Steven Harris

There's always a lonely little boy
somewhere
probably sitting under some tree
wondering where he will be
what he will be doing in the future
wondering if those stars and planets
will line up in perfect harmony
will that kid be a rich man with a
rich house and a beautiful wife and
4 kids
or a drunk somewhere on a park
bench playing a harmonica into
the night
or some soldier going off to fight
a never ending battle for his country
or the leader of the nation
only he knows where he will
go
all his choice
only his dreams.