Tally? Ho! Why?
Should any
intent-reason be to purchase “satisfaction” Then, Good!
Could worthy
effort be to offer “Happy” conclusion? Oh! Better!
Would triumph
challenge honor humble Simple-I?
Absolute Best!
Of course, quite
evident---Now!?...in perfect-vision
hindsight,
he should have
used a sturdier surface than the ancient card table.
Not that his cache-horde even approached
“fortune”-value,
the measly
volume hardly amounted to a foot hill, much less a
giant mountain
landmark; still, the precious metal was heavy
by volume and
the table top worn thin by witness of myriad
card games over
too many decades; one leg had been repaired
with trusty
“fix-all” duct-tape on at least four or five occasions.
So? Before he
had it all neatly stacked for counting---Crash!
The flimsy
repair failed, again. Silver cascaded in a crashing heap.
He leaned back
in his hard chair to survey the collapsed “mess”.
An untidy
dis-array of dull luster helter-skelter in a smallish pile.
“Kind-a looks
like a pile of discarded smashed tin can trash,” he
surmised of the
catastrophe, an amused smile crossing his face.
Instead of
moving to clean up his errant mishap, he contemplated.
So much time and effort, scrimping and saving!? For---That!?
He shook his
head, in sadness, lamely kicking at the vacant debris.
And---for…What!? A “Maybe it’ll come?...Someday!?
He arose, then,
went to the garage, lowered the top on his old
convertible,
loaded his well-worn golf clubs into the back seat
and drove down
to the car dealer for a shiny red new one. On
his trek to the
golf course, he traded for a new bag and clubs.
That day, he
dispensed with a score card; he had already---Won!
Don’t
allow “What other people might think” to get in way of life.
Smile!
And, “Go for it!” If you don’t want it---give it all…away!
Amen!
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