Little Jimmy was a boy,
Full of happiness, full of joy,
Until one day when nothing mattered,
Because his world had been shattered.
Jimmy used to go to school,
Where he practiced the golden-rule.
He was friendly with all the boys,
And shared with them all the toys.
Jimmy even liked the girls,
And complimented their disheveled curls.
He used to say their hair looked free,
Blown by winds he could not see.
But happiness is over, nothing mattered,
From that day, his life was shattered,
For some cruel person, maybe you or me,
Wrongly called him selfish, stupid and ugly.
I often wonder why we blunder,
And tear a happy life asunder.
Is it that we ignore the message
Of the importance of a child’s self-image?
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