Money, money, money, money, money and so on…
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«Sir! Don’t you want a watch?» that poor boy said to me, and I was checking my messages and my head was down.
I thought he is asking me about the time and I looked at my watch
«It’s quarter to….» I said…
But when I looked at him I saw he and his mother and little sister are standing on sidewalk and in fact he is asking me to buy his own watch.
«… to eight» I whispered… And then I felt a huge sadness …! And I went away.
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I am a real cruel.
I don’t help such poor people because when I give them a little money, in fact I am trying to help myself.
No body can help me. Even the little poor boy that is standing on sidewalk.
We are all poor people. We are losing a great treasure. We are losing our life.
without any love…
or any friend…
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Maybe that boy is full of beautiful feelings… but who cares?
He doesn’t have any money… so he is not alive… some day he dies unless nobody says him: hey man! Don’t worry… your love costs a lot!
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I am that poor boy