The Tale of the Tramp

A friend of mine wrote this down when he was in one of his creative moods:-

I gazed upon the street 
Below the shining lamp, 
I thought it was just plain rags; 
But it was actually a tramp 

I pitied on his condition 
Walked up to his domain, 
I looked into his eyes, 
And felt some distant pain. 

I felt into my pouch, 
Placed some money on my palm, 
Held it for this pitiful tramp, 
And he took it from my arm. 

He opened his mouth to thank me, 
But instead came a cough 
I moved forward to console him; 
But he fell down with a puff. 

He seemed like a god’s reject, 
And I felt pity on this tramp, 
- felt an urge to help this man 
This man besides the lamp. 

I picked him up and 
To the clinic I took him, 
The tramp was now awake… 
But still looked pretty grim 

The doctor came in 
With a pint of the drug, 
He went to the sink 
And put some water in the jug. 

He then took the mixture, 
And poured it down the tramps throat; 
The tramp suddenly felt better 
And I went to get my coat. 

To pay the doctor, 
I got up from my couch; 
I paid the money – 
Right out of my pouch. 

Then as we left, 
The tramp thanked me, 
He took out his stick... 
And waked away slowly 

He left me on the pavement 
With a goodness in my heart; 
I had just helped a man 
Who lived with fits and starts 

Later that night, 
I walked to the nearest bar 
I felt very elated as, 
I had healed a man’s scar. 

I grabbed a seat, 
And got me a glass of wine 
Reminiscing ‘bout the tramp’s domain, 
Where the lamp still shines 

I reached out for my pouch, 
As I started to leave; 
You see – this pitiful tramp… 
…was also a thief! 

                                    ---AmC 

Nice huh? I liked it and hope you did too! There is a lesson to be learnt here but as you can tell from this earlier post (Click Here), I didnt learn it!!