Reason
If you were given the choice
To either fill your soul
Or your wallet
Which would you choose?
That is the question
Asked by a man to a child
In the poor city
Where the child was born
The child thinks awhile
And the man gloats
In his success of stumbling
This young child
As the man turns to walk away
The child responds,
What is a soul worth
In this day and age?
The man tells him
A soul has no price
As no amount of money can afford
A single soul
Then the child asks,
What does a wallet hold?
The man responds,
A wallet holds money
The child then asks,
Why would I rather fill
Something with something else
That cannot amount to ardor of life?
The man tells him,
Some decide to rid themselves
Of what is truly necessary
In this world we live
And instead fill themselves
With evil and insecurity
Rather than have love
And fervor of spirit
The child tells him,
In that case
I have love and fervor
As I have no wallet
Empty it would be if I did
But only I have filled
A single soul
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