The Candy Jar

One fine morning, on the brightest day,
A kid stood eagerly besides a jar of clay,
glittering his eyes and smile so dear,
As the desert time had come so near.

Candies of all colours like a rose,
All flavours of the sweetest dose,
Red green and Shades alike,
 sweet and sour flavours that strike.

The blue ones were hard as rocks,
but within them was a sugary block,
Up next were the brown cones,
Amongst the elders, was the best known

Some were pink and somewhere Rosy -wrapped,
It has a lot of sweetness trapped ,
It’s all alike—family and the candy jar,
A kid can dream, but he can’t go far.