Ungrateful & Grateful

There was a boy, wrapped in silver and gold, Every wish granted, every story told. Never knew hunger, never felt need, Life was a garden, no struggle, no seed. Woke up each morning with nothing to fight, The world at his feet, everything felt right. But deep in his heart, something felt wrong, Was life just a gift, or was he playing along? Ungrateful or grateful, two roads to take, One built on riches, one built to make. What is true happiness, what does it cost? Is it what we receive, or what we have lost? Another boy walked with holes in his shoes, Dreams in his heart, nothing to lose. Worked every day just to keep up the fight, No easy path, no guiding light. He built his own future, brick by brick, Learned how to rise when life played its tricks. Through every fall, he found his own way, His strength grew stronger every day. One had it all, but felt so alone, The other had nothing, yet made it his own. Two different worlds, yet somehow the same, Searching for meaning beyond just a name. Ungrateful or grateful, two roads to take, One built on riches, one built to make. What is true happiness, what does it cost? Is it what we receive, or what we have lost? Money can buy you a kingdom so wide, But it can't fill the emptiness inside. Struggles may break you, tear you apart, But they can build courage deep in your heart. One day they met, these two boys unknown, One had the world, the other alone. They shared their stories, their dreams and their pain, And saw through their eyes, they were one and the same. Ungrateful or grateful, it's never too late, To carve out your path, to rewrite your fate. Not what you're given, but what you create, That shapes who you are and the life you await.