Handcart And Ring Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A Handcart and a Ring
A man I knew had a handcart and became self- employed
I often saw him in the town having a load of parcels and
sometimes pieces of furniture, he was a contented man.
One day on his way to the railways station one wheel of his
cart came off and four suitcases fell into the street.
So what to do? Traced his steps and soon found the missing
pieces that keep the wheel on the axle, but he also found
an expensive diamond ring which he put in his pocket
as he was occupied with fixing the wheel and get his load
of suitcases to the railway station
In the paper, he read about a lady who had lost a dear ring,
he contacted her via the paper and she was very happy,
but didn't give him anything because as she said honesty is
a natural thing and should not be rewarded. The people at
the paper thought this too mean for words made a collection
and handed the kind man the money. A Picture of him and his
cart the paper and a nice story for the paper to sell.
And when too old to push his cart around he became a poet
of the small things in life and not the life of aristocrats