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’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 <em>we </em>because my little brother just followed<br />
what I said, and <em>we </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 — but<br />
we needed the money.</p>
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