a hand cart and a ring

A Handcart and a Ring    A man I knew had a handcart and became self-employed I often saw him in the town with a load of parcels and sometimes furniture He was a contented man.  One day, on his way to the railway station, the wheel of his cart came off four suitcases fell into the street. So, what to do?  He traced his steps and soon found the missing pieces that kept the wheel  on the axle, but he also found an expensive diamond ring  he put it in his pocket as he was occupied with fixing the wheel  and get his load of suitcases to the railway station  In the paper, he read about a lady who had lost a dear ring he contacted her via the paper, and she was happy,  she didn’t give him any money because, as she said, honesty has its reward  The people at the paper thought this was too mean for words made a collection and handed the kind man the money.  A Picture of him and his cart, the paper, and a nice story for the paper to sell.  when too old to push his cart around, he became a poet of the small things in life  and not about  the life of aristocrats