"The Jingle Bell Bum" (Read The Touching True Story...please!) Comment at patriciahanrion.com

"The Jingle Bell Bum" (Read The Touching True Story...please!) Comment at patriciahanrion.com
Still available on Amazon for Nook and Kindle, hard copy booklett to re-print November 2013

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Other Brother

The Other Brother
By P.A. Hanrion

Rich man or poor man now which will you choose
Be careful my son for with one you will lose
There were two worthy men; each chose a path to follow
One led a life of giving; his siblings’ days were hollow

“I’ll find a wife who is sweet, loving, righteous and kind
If her face or figure’s not perfect I won’t ever mind”
And after the years in his eyes her beauty blossomed and grew
From charity given... to him, their children and others they knew

The brother was searching for unparalleled perfection without flaw
Yet his eyes found blemish in whatever he saw
To his quest for precision he was prisoner more bound
He searched everywhere for the "one" who could never be found

The first man said, “I’ll give to my wife, my family and others”
He was cherished by his children, often hugged by his mother
And his days were busy and humble and lean
Yet he wasn’t resentful or hateful or mean

“I’ll share what ever I have, my goods and my talent”
He didn’t seem to mind his forever thin wallet
The giving man weary from a hard day’s work
Often shared with the sick, the needy, and even the jerk

On his death bed surrounded by loved ones and friends
He was joyful and thankful and smiled right up to the end
But the other brother hoarded knowledge his fate unfolds
He kept to himself, quickly grew lonely the story is told

He guarded his talents, he guarded his time
And still considered his life truly noble and fine
He lived by himself and was often alone
No one came to visit, no one ever phoned

In the end with regrets too many to number or list
He realized too late all the love he had missed
So he ended his life, fingers knarled and old
As desolate he counted his tarnished hard gold

Corrupted by greed and the company he kept
Only himself to converse with, no wonder he wept
He was all by himself as he sickened and died
No one to comfort, console, take care, or to cry

Oh! The path that you take and the choices you make
Lock your journey through time you can never forsake
So young men choose well for you can’t turn back
It is wise to be selfless though riches you lack

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