Mangoes

With a pluck and twist ,I gathered a gift. A basket of mangoes ripe and adrift. From my tree,I did pick a heap. Put them away in a bag and went to sleep. With the morning sun,I roused to find A handful of mangoes,missing behind. So I set out with a heart full of hope, To retrieve each one before they could elope. With a groan, I carried the heavy pack of mangoes onto my back. And set off down the road , feeling the weight of the fruit pressing against my back. One mango fell and I ran fast, But in my haste,the rest did not last. For everyone I chase,two did flee. The more I sought the less I could see. Weary from the road I arrived at last. And there a sweet surprise A mango rich tree from the past.