What I Retain

My house burnt down
To a spread of debris
I have lost nothing
It means nothing to me

My clothes are all dirty
There's dust in my hair
I have few thing left
But what do I care?

Someone smiled at my misfortune
But I just smiled back
They may live in a great-grand house
The decor solid lack

But at the park
The bench is my sofa
The swing my chair
The roundabout's my GPS
A gym of monkey-bars

I may lie in the dirt
But my view is the stars
Or simply the sky
It's all by-the-by

So though I have little
I hold onto a lot
And what I have
I've always got