“If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I’m about to do today?”

Friday, August 5, 2016

Story of an Old Man

An old man sat on the streets,
Poor and wore tattered clothes,
Barely could speak a world,
Begging for money,
One rich man rode by,
He stopped and pitied,
And gave the old man,
An old violin,
To keep him company,
And he could make some money,
The rich man rode away,
But the old man couldn’t play,
He looked at the violin,
And it reminded him of himself,
Old, battered and useless,
He thought it would be great,
To bring music to his life,
He cried and prayed,
To the God,
To make him play,
Then he heard a divine command,
From within him,
To pick up the violin and play,
He picked up with confidence,
Amazingly enough,
His Hands knew what to do,
Mellifluous music filled the air,
He became happy,
He felt the ultimate joy,
He played without any delay,
Every single day,
Money showered,
He became rich,
But he was not concerned,
He loved his life,
As it was filled with music,
And he played the violin,
Till the end of his life.

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