Blowing bubbles in air, toiling, yet not there

A vendor selling bubble making toys, but without much success...At dusk still working hard and every evening getting closer to realization of his bubbles like fragile hopes and dreams that burst before lasting more than a few fleeting moments..... brings tears to my eyes, for the agony of human existence in an unequal world, only accounted for by the accident of birth... I could have been him or he could have as easily been me!!