Handcart 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 having a load of parcels and sometimes pieces of furniture, he was a contented man. One day on his way to the railways station one wheel of his cart came off and four suitcases fell into the street. So what to do? Traced his steps and soon found the missing pieces that keep the wheel on the axle, but he also found an expensive diamond ring which he put 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 very happy, but didn’t give him anything because as she said honesty is a natural thing and should not be rewarded. The people at the paper thought this 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. And when too old to push his cart around he became a poet of the small things in life and not the life of aristocrats