19 August 2012
There once was a hobo named "Dirty Jim" He was old and smelly and lived in a bin. Walking one day guess what he found? A fiver laying all crinkled up on the ground. He played the lotto and he made a big win.
Some how Dirty Jim had won the big jack pot. With his winnings can you guess what he got? He bought a brand new house and an estate. He shared some winnings with his old hobo mate. They lived off the money because he won a lot.
They got cleaned up and decided to invest. Neither could decide what would be best. So with some nerve and the luck of the draw. They payed out and they gambled some more. They won again who could have guessed?
Now they are rich beyond their wildest dreams. They worked on whitening their teeth with Mcleans. Wanting to impress the classy ladies to find a wife. Now they had the riches and a care free life. They are happy now as their white smile beams.
Never forgetting the past they had before riches. Sleeping rough and left unloved in the ditches. Jim and his family opened up a shelter home. So other hobos didn't feel so unloved or alone. Serving up beds and warm hearty dishes.
Many looked up to Jim for his unselfish deeds. A walking example never knowing where life leads. Taking a bit of hope with a huge chance and luck. Given riches and pulled himself out of the muck. Thinking about what he gained and the others needs.
Took nothing for granted and made a shelter from rain. Knowing life can change one day he may need it again. Always prepare for the future and help those without. Taking and giving back is what life karma is about. Knowing one day his life might not be the same.
Sadly life took a change and his luck disappeared. His money and wife left just as he had feared. He could not afford his bills, he lost his house. He could not believe the two faced spouse. Homeless again dirty with an unshaven beard.
Walked to the shelter that he had lovingly started. Welcomed him like family even with money parted. Jim had helped them so much when he had it all. They could not see him alone, unloved after his fall. So now he has a family again open and whole hearted.
The moral of this poem is: If you were small and you become big don't forget those who were the same as you, you never know if you'll end back up the place you started. Those you helped when you were big won't forget it...
Life Karma :) • Opuss № I