Do like this poem?
Once there was a boy,
Who came from a very, very rich family,
Where there was no shortage of toys,
He valued nothing and was a very destructive little boy.
The one thing he didn't have was a friend.
He was very, very lonely.
He did not have anyone to cheer him up when he was sad,
And love was something he wished he had.
One day a little boy knocked on the door,
Dirty and poor,
Begging for shelter, food and nothing more,
“Close the door at once!” shouted the father,
But the boy knew better,
Standing in front of him was a friend,
And he finally understood that friendship was the most precious gift of all.
Moral of the story: To value people and not things.