See The Little Child Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The man wins the race
And he gets the precious prize,
His joys know no bounds,
It's natural,
Everybody runs towards him
With beautiful garlands
And the man accepts those
With a smiling face,
But you are a defeated soul,
Nobody thinks about you,
Nobody gives you a garland,
This is the rule of this harsh world;
But see the little child
In the remote corner,
He is waiting for you
With a beautiful garland,
He is completely innocent
And he does not know
The difference between win and defeat,
He wants to give you the lovely garland
As he truly loves you
With his childish feeling,
I sincerely believe this is the most precious prize of all.