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Nobody knows that once upon a time this man had dined with kings, but what they see now is him begging for coins in the streets.
Nobody knows how hard he had worked to build that house, all they notice is this smelly looking old man shivering as he sleeps on the park bench.
Nobody knows of the time he lay a gentle hand on his wife’s stomach feeling their unborn child kick, what they perceive is a dangerous old man whose presence they have to keep away from their kids.
Nobody knows about that ambitious youth who once had huge dreams, what they do spot is a lazy bum who is taking up space.
Nobody knows that he also was once a baby feeding from his mother’s milk, yet they do shake their heads as they watch this drunk hold onto his whisky drink.
What nobody knows is about the story of him, a tale of a man who had once been like them.
He also had looked at those beggars from afar, until the day he watched his house burn down, along with his wife and child.
What they all seem to think they know is that he was born this way, a bad egg right from the start.