A man once gave me a sign.
I saw in it his true design.
With both eyes opened,
I’d been blind
But now I see a fruitful mine.
He has nothing, yes, but judge him not.
A penny is all love has wrought.
Though a million dollars skims his days,
He’ll show nothing but his
Humble ways.
We are really only people first,
‘Til the day we die, from the day of birth.
No matter which adjective
Precedes
A human being is in all our deeds.
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