The Merchant Handbook

When in Spring with leaves turned to green Eyes, hands & face There lived one man with a thirst To live in the moment between space & time Selling his pots and pans to get by Although the years would pass he had every reason to grasp The true message of his heart was found in a book Inside was filled with a deep look on dreams Dark conclaves of dungeons with kings & queens Deep demonic screams Cray's from out of the belly of Hell What a strange way of a story to tell Howls in the village square piercing shrieks All found in this merchant's handbook It will make you think perhaps take another look One day the merchant was working He lost his book when he wasn't looking Inside he kept a hundred dollar bill for keep sake maybe for a cheap thrill Now the book was gone and so went his mind He once could see but now he's blind The merchant was a very timid man very kind But now the madness ensued he was in a heavy bind A reward was posted at the local post office Over the course of time he would find a knock on his front door It was none other but a local minister inviting the merchant to his home for dinner The merchant agreed to go and at the end of their great feast The minister confessed and admitted For he was the one who had stolen his handbook Was very tempted to draw insight for his sermons For the merchants case instead of outrage he was left in a haze When he came to his senses he forgave him Taking the book back, to his surprise there was thosand dollars inside The seed he had planted a time ago grew He didn't really know what to do Had bitten far more then he could ever chew Next thing you know the merchant made a personal donation To take a break on a long awaited vacation Then he wrote in his book to finish his story His book finally of dreams was bound for glory