BRIGHT INTO DARK

Once upon a time there lived a boy,
Once who had a lot of joy.
Wherever he went he found gay,
But he was soft like clay,
Thus he was easy to mould,
Into gold.
He had many talent so he was considered to be bright,
But his talent was only the reason of his pride.
He was smart,
But was cleaned from his place like dirt.
He had many chances to groom,
But chose to become a dirty broom.
He was guided by all,
But due to his behaviour he was thrown like a ball.
His friends were selfish,
Who took away all his peace.
The number of friends and loving ones are detoriating,
But had no scope for improving.
Others are receiving success,
While he is searching the lost path of his success.
He is praying to god,
To be a good bot.