The Boy in the Golden Bowl Poem

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In a golden bowl by the river's side,
A boy did play with endless pride.
His laughter echoed, his eyes did gleam,
Basking in the sun's warm beam.
His hair like wheat, so bright and fair,
His skin like ivory, pure and rare.
He danced and twirled, without a care,
A vision of joy, beyond compare.
The river sparkled, the sky so blue,
As the boy in the bowl danced anew.
His heart so full of youthful delight,
As he danced from morning until night.
The townsfolk watched with awe and cheer,
Drawn to the boy, a treasure so dear.
They marveled at his grace and skill,
As he danced with joy, a thrill to fulfill.
But the boy knew not of his own grace,
Nor of the smiles upon each face.
He danced for love, for life's sheer pleasure,
In his golden bowl, a cherished treasure.
And so he danced, day after day,
In his golden bowl by the river's way.
A boy so pure, a heart so bold,
A treasure to behold, a story to be told.
For in that golden bowl by the river's bend,
A boy found joy that would never end.
A lesson learned for all to see,
That life's true treasure is to be free.