There was once a young man called Jim. - He constantly dreamed of a life, in which he could win. - He worked and toiled for many years, accepted his occupation with no regrets or fears. - Then one day as he slowly grew old, he looked...
There was once a young man called Jim.
He constantly dreamed of a life,
in which he could win.
He worked and toiled for many years,
accepted his occupation with no regrets or fears.
Then one day as he slowly grew old,
he looked at his life, and low and behold.
There was so more than he'd simply been told.
He could now do so much more with which to win.
To fulfil dreams, hidden within.
He opened his heart and joined many charities, and other worldly institutions,
he started personal journeys,
with many thankful contributions.
He then bought two trophies,
he simply treasured.
Two made of silver, of beautiful singers,
who mused and sang of life unmeasured.
Now as time passes, he's aged and he's old,
but finally fulfilled, he faces no sadness untold.
All he once dreamt of came to life,
the troubles and strife.
Just before he died, his carer’s softy spoke,
as their eyes sputtered and their waters broke.
"Why does good old Jim cry before those trophies made of silver,
his face looks so happy.
Oh it’s so familiar!”
What Jim wanted to say, but thought as he suddenly cried.
As his soul wavered between hidden spaces, just before he died.
"Those tears are of a happiness beyond the simple life we are given.
There is always more to us, if we really embrace truly living.
I tried and will die a King.
That's how to play at this life,
and eventually win.
Help those in need,
It's why you were born.
To always let your heart lead.
I wish you could hear these thoughts of gold.
Don't be one of life's many lost souls,
simply bought and cheaply sold.
Be one of those souls who always fight and tried to win.
We all engage in levels of sin throughout our lives,
but it's always been what's within our spiritual archives.
Don't cheat and risk going down, but try valiantly, and try to always go up!
That's my tale from your all old friend Jim.
For one day, tears you will all cry.
Make them tears of happiness before the day you die."
The carers looked on, hypnotised by silver trophies as the figurines started to sing and play,
just as Old Jim suddenly passed away,
and a bright light suddenly filled the room,
and there was a feeling of happiness,
replacing the gloom.
Young Jim had left,
to go on and bloom.
Ready to enter,
into heavens showroom.
Copyright John Duffy 2017