The Fallen Money

<p>The first time I saw so much money<br /> was on a dark and lonely lane,<br /> when I was returning home with<br /> my brother after evening tuitions.<br /> We walked like this every evening.<br /> One lamppost wasn&rsquo;t enough to fight the darkness.<br /> Perhaps, the Moon would, but not to be seen this time.<br /> Yet, I saw money strewn all over: shiny coins and bright papers.</p> <p>My first thought was to just walk off,<br /> but penury forced me to pick every paper<br /> and every bit of a coin that we could,<br /> stuff them in our poor bags as fast as we can,<br /> but without any fear since it was a lonely lane.<br /> I say&nbsp;<em>we&nbsp;</em>because my little brother just followed<br /> what I said, and&nbsp;<em>we&nbsp;</em>started our work, happy<br /> and eager, as though we had located a treasure.</p> <p>We returned home with our overjoyed faces,<br /> and abnormal-looking bags.<br /> I was true enough to tell the tale to my<br /> loving mother, and waiting impatiently to<br /> get a pat on my back,<br /> because we were in penury,<br /> because we needed that or some other &mdash; but<br /> we needed the money.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/the-fallen-money-c9590e76a2f8">Click Here</a></p>
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