"Oh you!", said he,"you have no clue!
I'm much worse off than even you,
I have no wife or mistress so,
I find myself so very low!"

"Oh please!", she yelled "you have it all!,
For I am so poor, I have not a shawl!
Born to the poorest of parents you see,
And now I'm a Maiden as poor as can be!"

"Hold your tongues, I think I'm far worse!
I have a limp where you lack a purse!
My body has aged so I feel I'm the one,
That deeply deserves to be pitied upon!"


"Excuse me", piped one, "have you not seen?!
The halls and the floors and the kitchens I clean?
For you have your freedom and I must work on,
Else my children shaln't eat and I shall be gone!"

And so they do look to the smallest and pale,
To hear of his woes and declare them tall tale,
But whine he did not, for he simply did smile!
Oh what a strange one, this little boy Kyle!

"Now listen to me, come one and all!
Life is too short to pity us all!
For I am too poor, but I do my best,
To work for my bread and earn well my rest!

I have not a family, a friend or a foe,
But I have a spirit, and you see it so!
You tell what you lack, yet you don't understand,
All that you need, you hold in your hand!

So heed my good wisdom, for I'll say this clear,
Life is not all about what isn't here,
So love what you have and not what you miss,
Now go and be Merry, life is just this!"