A Little Boy's Vain Regret

by Edith Matilda Thomas English

He was six years old, just six that day, And I saw he had something important to say As he held in his hand a broken toy. He looked in my face for an instant, and then He said, with a sigh, and a downcast eye, “If I could live my life over again, I think I could be a better boy!”

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