Life

“How much would you pay for an extra minute with your young and annoying brother?” The wise man asked the child.  “Nothing,” I say because he is so annoying and crazy, for my days are full of stress.

“How much would you pay for an extra minute with your mature and grown brother?”  The wise man asked the child. “A piece of cake, or maybe less, for my days are full of business.”

“How much would you pay for an extra minute with your dead and perished brother?” “Everything”, I say, “even myself,” for my tears could fill the world.