(Three children) new version
Three children
One child with a home.
The other sitting on a thrown.
The last only skin and bones.
One child lives with his family happily.
The other child’s family won’t spare any time.
The last child watches his mother die.
One child eats dinner at the table.
The other child asks his chef only for the best.
The last child consumes whatever’s left.
One child plays with trucks and trains.
The other child flies electric planes.
The last child pretends he is jumping through traffic lanes.
One child attends public school.
The other child gets taught at home and studies alone.
The last child has never opened a book.
One child mows his neighbor’s lawn for a few extra dollars.
The other child asks his father for it is no bother.
The last child won’t ask for something his family doesn’t have.
The three children become men everything is different for each one of them.
One man is of to war.
The other man is locked behind a jail door.
The last man is very far from poor.
This just says you do not have to start good to end great.
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