composed at age 12 (?) and published in a school booklet of student writings...
Lost in a pile of toys I play,
laughing but not really glad.
Playing and singing and sharing not,
proud to be the envy but in my heart,
I am lost in a pile of toys.
Lost in a pile of jewels I dance,
shining and sparkling like the sun herself,
gracefully sweeping but somewhere within
I am lost in a pile of jewels.
From under my pile of brand new clothing
I look to the world to see what I've missed.
How lucky I am to have diamonds,
when everyone else can have only a kiss.
I have silver, emeralds and gold,
priceless treasures bought and sold,
given to me from God above.
They have nothing,
nothing at all!
Nothing but a worthless family
and love.