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Author Name: Freebarbinar 3 Comments
Date Added: June 29, 2010 17:06:14 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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A Crooked Old Man
A crooked old man in a crooked old shack
clasped in his hand a rusty old sack
which he always grasped close to his chest
as the day hours passed, and even when at rest.
Only he knew what the sack contained;
whether valuable treasure or ill-gotten gain.
And from his youth to his dieing days
he kept the old thing from prying gaze;
opening it only now and again
to peer inside or drop something in.
A curious puzzle that none could explain:
the thing seemed to be a real source of pain
for the crooked old man who treasured it so,
and seemed to want to, but couldn't let it go.
He was seen to open it after a business deal;
some heard a clink, whether imagined or real;
and he opened it again after the violent death,
still unexplained, of his rich wife, Beth.
Someone saw him drop several shiny tokens
into the old bag when the bank was broken
and life-time savings of neighbors were gone;
everyone suffered, save the old man alone.
Well, time went by and the old man's back
became even more crooked form the weight of the sack.
Then one day smoke boiled, evil and black;
the fires of hell had taken the old shack.
A passing stranger tried to save the old place,
and saw at the window a terrified face;
but naught could be done for the crooked old man
who, even in death, grasped in his hand
a rusty old sack with the bottom burned away
as neighbors found his body that sad, strange day.
"Not a total loss", the papers said,
"enough was recovered to bury the dead."
For into the ashes as they rang the death knell,
from the old ruined sack, thirty silver pieces fell.


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Comments:
Comment By: FreeDamon D. Brewer on August 14, 2010 11:10:42 PM Report
Interesting!
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on June 29, 2010 08:56:52 PM Report
Intriguing, well-rhymed write, Barbara....Thank you for bringing us the tale of the crooked old man...and, the familiar 30 pieces of silver....

Margaret....the Baglady

Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on June 29, 2010 05:58:02 PM Report
Barbara:  very well written.  You did an interesting tale...........

 

Lady Dragonwyck





 


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