It began with a dream, a senseless dream in which I thought I was a man
of means. From my belt hung a handsome purse, heavy with coin. There
were shekels which I cast with careless freedom to beggars, there were
pieces of silver with which I bought finery for my wife and anything I
deemed best for me. There were pieces of gold which made me feel assured
of the future and unafraid to spend the silver. A glorious feeling of
contentment was with me, I don't think you would have known me.
"why then do I know you?"
Why indeed ! Because I awoke up and remembered how empty my purse was, a feeling of rebellion swept over me. As sail
ors we ride in the same boat we two. As youngsters we went together to the priest to learn some wisdom. As young men we shared each others pleasures. As grown men we have always been close friends we have been contented subjects of our kind. satisfied to work long hours and spend our earnings freely we've earned much coin in the years that have passed yet to know the joys that come from wealth we must dream about them. Are we more than dumb sheep? We live in the richest city in all the world . Travelers do say none equals it in wealth. About us there is much display of wealth yet we have it not. consider also our sons are they not following in the footsteps of their fathers? Need they and their sons and their sons' families live all their lives in the midst of such treasure of gold and yet like us be contented to banquet upon sour goats milk and porridge? I have labored to build the finest chariots any man could make, softhearted hoping some day the Gods would recognize my worthy deeds and bestow upon me great prosperity. This they have never done. Now I realize they will never do.
My heart is sad I want to be a man of means . I wish to own lands and cattle to have fine robes and coin in my purse. I am willing to work for these things with all the remaining strength in my back, with all the cunning in my mind, but I wish my labors be fairly rewarded. Why cannot we have our just share of the good things so plentiful for those with gold to buy them?
"Would I know the answer?"
"why then do I know you?"
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ors we ride in the same boat we two. As youngsters we went together to the priest to learn some wisdom. As young men we shared each others pleasures. As grown men we have always been close friends we have been contented subjects of our kind. satisfied to work long hours and spend our earnings freely we've earned much coin in the years that have passed yet to know the joys that come from wealth we must dream about them. Are we more than dumb sheep? We live in the richest city in all the world . Travelers do say none equals it in wealth. About us there is much display of wealth yet we have it not. consider also our sons are they not following in the footsteps of their fathers? Need they and their sons and their sons' families live all their lives in the midst of such treasure of gold and yet like us be contented to banquet upon sour goats milk and porridge? I have labored to build the finest chariots any man could make, softhearted hoping some day the Gods would recognize my worthy deeds and bestow upon me great prosperity. This they have never done. Now I realize they will never do.
My heart is sad I want to be a man of means . I wish to own lands and cattle to have fine robes and coin in my purse. I am willing to work for these things with all the remaining strength in my back, with all the cunning in my mind, but I wish my labors be fairly rewarded. Why cannot we have our just share of the good things so plentiful for those with gold to buy them?
"Would I know the answer?"
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