Photo by Geran de Klerk

Not very long ago there was a boy,

Unlike the rest,not to his joy,

Never spoke much,

Kept to himself, as such,

Didn’t end up brawling like the rest,

But aced in all his tests,

He wasn’t invited to all their meetings,

For he was considered a misfit in those gatherings,

This saddened him, but not for long,

His books his favorite companions, ever so strong,

They taught him to love, be brave, help needy,

Also never to be greedy,

He was different, if that’s what they thought,

Goodness is all what he sought.

<100 words

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Bikurgurl for running the challenge at 100WW. The challenge is to write in about 100 words based on the prompt. For guidelines please referΒ here.Β Thank you all for stopping by and reading.







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  1. I think that I see a lot of myself in your hero – always having his books to retreat to, striving for goodness – not necessarily trying to ‘fit in’ with people and attitudes he doesn’t agree with. The solace he has in his books – priceless! Thank you so much for joining us again this week πŸ™‚

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