Vision
A boy asks for three coins from an old man.
He puts his hand in his pocket and takes the coins out.
The boys grabs the coins and rushes home with a smile
on his face.
He opens a box up and takes the new scale out of it.
He places it on the new furnished table.
Two new coins on one side of the scale and the last coin
on the other scale.
The boy looks as the scale can’t balance, he is shocked, he
asks for another coin from his mum but no one is willing
to give him the other coin.
The vision any eye see’s confesses the boy is this what life is.
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