Child who sold balloons

BAKED IN SUN, HE WALKED BAREFOOTED,
WITH LITTLE ON, IN THE NAME OF CLOTHES,
SELLING BALLOONS OF ALL COLORS,
AT NINE HE WISH TO PLAY WITH,
WHAT HE USED TO SELL,
FOR HIM EVERYDAY WAS A NEW DAY,
HOPE BELIED,SMILES DENIED,
PUTTING ASIDE OF GAME LOST,
BASKED IN INNOCENCE,IN STRIDE,
PLAYING WITH COLORS IN SLEEPILY NIGHTS,
MELTING IN DAWN,WHEN HE IS OUT FOR ONE MORE TIME,
BAREFOOTED,
BALLOONS ALL OVER,NOT A ONE FOR HIM,
MOM,
HE OFTEN CRIED,
WITH A SIGH WHY CAN'T I ,
HAVE ONE,
FOR ONCE MOM,
MAY I SELL ONE LESS,
KEEP THIS ONE,
RED I LIKE MOST,
MOM,
NEVER AGAIN I WILL BOTHER YOU,
ONE FOR TODAY,
WHICH I SELL DAILY,
MAY I KEEP THIS RED,
MOM,
HOLDING HIS HANDS,
DRAWING CLOSE,
LOOKING IN EYES,
POURING HER LOVE MOM CAJOLED,
MY SON,
SEE IN MY EYES THIS RED
LOOK AT TREES .. GREEN IS YOURS,
UP ABOVE BLUE IN SKY,OCEAN'S BLUE
IS ALL YOURS,
WHITE OF CLOUDS,SEVEN  OF RAINBOW,
ALL COLORS ARE YOURS,
 MY SON,
WHY THEN YOU CRY!
.....FOR ONE COLOR OF LIFE,
WHEN WHOLE WORLD IS YOURS,
HOLD NOT LET IT GO, FOR THOSE,
WHO KNOWS NOT WHAT THEY HAVE.