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Rated: E · Poetry · Folklore · #2183578
His was a simple life
Once upon a time
In a place not far from here
Lived a very lonely man
In a cave just like a bear

He lived just like a hermit
His was a simple life
He had no friends or family
He'd lost his only wife

He had a mongrel puppy
That followed him around
He looked to be part Labrador
And maybe Basset Hound

He owed that young dog everything
A reason to get by
A purpose for his living
A promise not to die

For he had fallen on hard times
And now he’d reached a low
But he would climb back up again
He’d watch that puppy grow

The man did odd jobs here and there
A bit of this and that
He didn’t want to ask for help
He wouldn’t pass the hat

For even though he fell so far
Living under this dark cloud
He vowed that he would make it back
To stand tall and strong and proud

He always tried the best he could
To keep both neat and clean
His body was all skin and bones
His posture tall and lean

A local farmer heard of him
And learned of his dark plight
He hired the man to work for him
He knew that it was right

The vagrant was a worker now
He labored through the day
The farmer was an honest man
And gave him his fair pay

The farmer let him use a shed
More shelter than a cave
The lonely man had a place to live
And money he could save

The puppy grew up fast and tall
He was a happy soul
The lonely man smiled down on him
He’d reached a promised goal

And as the man worked hard and long
His hardship at an end
With food and shelter from the rain
The farmer now a friend

They worked the farm for many years
They toiled side by side
And when the farmer passed away
The man had tears he couldn’t hide

For he had lost his family
As he did one time before
The farmer left the farm to him
So he wouldn’t want for more

But he didn’t lust for treasures
He didn’t need most things
He missed the joy of having
The life a family brings

He looked for other folks in need
Those struggling to get by
He gave them means to get along
All they had to do was try

They say that you should pass it down
That’s if you have the means
And he had found a pot of gold
Beyond his wildest dreams

His dog is his companion still
As together they grow old
He’s finally found contentment
He’s come in from the cold

His loneliness behind him now
He is at last at peace
But he just can’t forget the past
Those memories will not cease

So sometimes when the world becomes
Too safe or too secure
He takes his dog and goes back to
That place where he feels pure

That cave is still a part of him
It’s like his mother’s womb
And this will be his final home
This cave will be his tomb
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