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<span class="mu-i">And so the Elder set off, to find his brother,
He did not stop to say goodbye to his mother.
He felt as though his life a lie, all taken from him-
The man would reclaim from the thief- he would win!
And so the Elder came to a sleepy village,
Rode in to find what was his, not pillage.
He asked around and found the man,
who stole his rightful gift- straight from their dad!
The younger brother stood, both aged and surprised-
“A visit from you, why, do please come inside!
Meet my family, my children, my wife;
It is humble, I know, but this is my life!”
They lived in a hut, a pathetic little shack,
the Elder brother scoffed- hadn't wealth fallen into his lap?
The younger worked hard, picked fruit, gave to many,
and for his effort- a plain wife, frayed clothes, and not a penny.
The elder exploded- “What gives you the right?!
You have our fathers gift- and you build this life?!
Your nothing of a wife, your crude home- what a disgrace!
Why are you smiling? Wipe that look off of your face!”
At his expression, the Elder did froth.
“You hear me? You stole father's gift- and yet you mock!”
The younger brother stood firm, but only look bemused.
“Brother, we end up at the paths we choose!”</span>
