'Once Upon A Time' Poem by Linda Winchell

Once upon a time, wasn't so long ago,
Was a man we named, Old John,
That some cared less to know.

He had a hump on his back, and wandered through the town,
He was dirty and old, and on his face lay a frown.

There are stories I've heard, about this man and his life,
He was rich beyond messure, had a mansion in town
And a faithful loving wife.

He lost all his wealth while living in sin,
But this is not the beginning or where this story ends.

His wife was loving, but Old John didn't seem much too care,
He squandered his money on drink and young girls', firm and fair.

His wife soon died, from the broken heart Old John did cause,
Then his health took a turn, and his wealth took its' pause.

His business went down and so did his home,
Old John wanders the streets now, broke and alone.

Now I don't know if this story is true,
But I've seen where its' happened, too others' I knew.

So for now Old John, I will say a prayer and say, 'Hi',
And hope that this story, was just someones' bad lie.