Compassion
Two little boys go walking down the street,
Both with an apple in hand,
Neither was wealthier than the other but both looked quite neat,
On the hard sidewalk sat a man with nothing to call his own, not even a plot of land.
The first little boy stops and stares.
The second little boy stops and shares.
Many years later,
The first grown man watches people fly past him on the street.
The second grown man is famous and well known,
But he never forgets to donate an apple for the hungry to eat.
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