Every morning
I go on a walk alone
At six I see
Some thirty boys
in red sweaters
of a destitute home
Playing in the park
they are real morning sparks
and real red roses
having all kinds
of piercing thorns around
Still they always
beaming with all smiles
and making milieu
witty and wise
Showing that
happiness does not
come from wealth
but it comes from
positive thoughts
and fighting
against all odds.