To Each His Own

A well-to-do boy once screeched To a poor one on the street He could view the entire town From his condo at the top Of a high-rise on a hill Where affluent of the city dwelt The slum-dog couldn't visualize The privileges of the rich Far beyond his reach Yet, he smiled, for he could see Through his broken, leaky roof The star farthest and the moon The stars above his hut demurred Thought let us try his wits again Your sight is nothing boy Look at us, don't we high above you see Galaxies in eternal spin In our never-ending night The boy's reply was a poser That paled their stellar demeanor Oh, stars have you ever seen A rainbow, I have several ones Be happy with your own It is said ‘to each his own' To each a window has been given Watch through it to heart's content Never for a moment lament