The Traveler and his Purse
Daylight shouts like madman lurking on the roof
And I could hear the early morning train from a distance speeding like bullets down the track disturbing the
village people with its thundering horn
And the sprinklers lying flat on the garden lawn soaked
the earth just before the break of dawn and the
people could breathe fresh air.
They set out on a journey together to amuse themselves
But the train divert and the end up in a village of hell
No one was dancing to their tune and a large gathering
Appeared at the square before noon, nobody knew
What they were about until the people began to shout.
It was social and political and somewhat persona. The people want a man out of the town for his policy is causing the people to frown. They took to the stage in the middle of the square
To talk of the sorrows that they bear; people were literally
Starving, they had no paying job and the whole situation was desperate and sad
But someone was among the crowd whose heart was purer than gold, he was overcome with emotions after listening to the people’s story and he took out a little purse with a check book
And right on the spot wrote a check in the amount of a hundred and sixty million for the town’s budget.
It was more than enough to clear the debt and to get the books inured and at last the people cross over.
Next time when you hear the train the train, the hooting is not in vain, help could be coming to your city and it will make the people happy.
The traveler’s purse has all that you need to succeed so don’t go empty handed when you g to visit someone.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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