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Declamation

The story is about a rich man who has a conversation with a poor man. The poor man tells the rich man that while he lives comfortably, he does not understand the suffering of the poor. The rich man boasts that he enjoys life through indulgence. The poor man warns the rich man that his wealth will not save him from death or judgment. He encourages the rich man to reflect on his mortality rather than ignore the realities of death. A separate story is about a young woman who is focused on getting ready for a party while her mother calls for her to bring a glass of water. The woman ignores her mother's requests, leaves for the party, and has a fun night dancing.

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Declamation

The story is about a rich man who has a conversation with a poor man. The poor man tells the rich man that while he lives comfortably, he does not understand the suffering of the poor. The rich man boasts that he enjoys life through indulgence. The poor man warns the rich man that his wealth will not save him from death or judgment. He encourages the rich man to reflect on his mortality rather than ignore the realities of death. A separate story is about a young woman who is focused on getting ready for a party while her mother calls for her to bring a glass of water. The woman ignores her mother's requests, leaves for the party, and has a fun night dancing.

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Marc Lery B.

Yanga

NR-32

The Rich Man and the Poor Man

"Food and money I give to you, Life you love so much you will lose
Why do you shout so mercily And only then will you understand
When I give you your part?" What agony is," the poor man shouted.
queried the rich man.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! You say so
The poor man replied: For you desire this place of mine.
"Your question you cannot answer Indulgence you have clouded with reason
For from pain and agony you are free, But I understand because of your situation."
But I have suffered and borne boastfully the rich man said.
The situation that I don't like to be in."
Outraged the poor man answered:
"That I couldn't understand "How pitiful the person blinded with
Because Life for me is easy; pleasure;
I take this and take that, No, you don't care of our journey
And life is just what I want it to be." That you have created through your
consented the rich man. greediness.
Come now, man of weak soul!
"Comfort your mind, rich man, Your days are numbered for you to face
with realities of death. The Man of Love.
Your wealth I do not envy You may not cry now but later you will
For you cannot buy When the chilling reality of the last
eternity with money. judgment
If to live happily Comes across your way;
is to live in hypocrisy, Yes, then you will pity, but not for me.
Not for anybody else.
Then I prefer to be silly But for yourself only!
so I would be holy. Yes, eat, drink, and be merry.
For tomorrow you shall die!
Anne Melody G. Pabalan
NR-32
A glass of cold water

Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.

I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother. But that when she was young.

Now, I am much lovelier than she is. I’m a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for the party!

Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, I’m coming!

"Child, are you still there?"

"Hmp! That’s my mama"

"Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?"

"Mama, I’m in a hurry!"

"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water."

"Mama, please, try to get it on your own."

"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water!"

At the party, I danced and danced the whole night.

You see, I can’t leave the party at once. I have to danced with everybody who proposed to me. At last, the party is over. I’m very tired.

Very, very tired.

So, I went home to tell mama what happened.

"Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet. "Mama, I’m home!" Nobody answers.

Where is she? I look for her in the sala, but she’s not there. Where is she? A-huh! In the kitchen!

I saw my mama, lying down on the floor, dead. With a glass on her hand. I remember, she tried to get it.
Oh, God, just for the glass of cold water! Mama! Mama! Oh, Mama!

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