In a bustling city street, where shadows meet the sun,
Stood a boy with dreams as vast as the horizon spun,
With a heart so pure, and feet upon the cobblestone,
He sold his humble bread, a life he'd fully known.
With a basket on his arm, and a cap upon his head,
He tread the path of hardship, where dreams were daily fed.
His hands, calloused and weary, from dawn 'til setting sun,
For his family's sake, he toiled, his battles never done.
Bread, his humble offering, with love he'd knead and bake,
A simple act of kindness, not just for money's sake.
He knew the taste of struggle, felt the pangs of empty plates,
And in the eyes of hunger, he'd find his guiding traits.
He stood for what was right, against the world's cruel tide,
A beacon of humility, with values deep inside.
He'd never compromise his truth, his moral code, his creed,
In the midst of chaos, he'd plant his sturdy seed.
People passed him by, some with pennies, some with praise,
Others never noticed, lost in life's hectic maze.
But this boy, so resilient, with determination and grace,
For his family, he'd endure, with a smile upon his face.
Though the world may be unkind, and life a heavy load,
He'd carry hope and love, down that bustling, busy road.
In the story of this boy, a lesson we should greet,
To stand up for our values, and in humility, find our seat.
For in the humblest of moments, beneath the city's beat,
Lies the strength of character, in the boy who sold his wheat.
With bread and heart, he wove a tale of courage so complete,
A testament to hard work, love, and values that can't be beat.
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