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What right has he to complain?

He, with so much of life ahead?

By now it ought to be plain

What a fortunate one he's led.

Although he has often known home

Yet later discovered he mistook it

He is far from the first to roam - 

If there's sadness he should overlook it.

When someone promises forever

Doubt should at once be taken for granted.

It just proves he's not very clever

To see his surprise at what's recanted.

Bad things happen. That's the way of the world.

Doors wide open soon get locked. Bridges get burned.

What's his excuse to be down there curled

Up in a ball? Where's the shame? Hasn't he learned?

So a few trifles have gone awry. 

I don't get it. Why should the boy cry?