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The Old Man Named Cain

Deep in the mountains lived an old man named Cain,
He lived up there all alone with no sense of fame,
Cain was a miner who searched for gold grain.

Everyday he would mine and mine across the plain,
And overlook the little town which he left in shame,
The townsfolk called Cain insane,
For he mined only because of a story his father once sang*.

To the townsfolk Cain’s hardship seemed like a game,
But to Cain his struggle was his only gain,
At night as he would sleep he would hear the “TOOT-TOOT” of the train,
And in the morning he would see a new invention called the “airplane”.

One day Cain awoke to find something strange,
A little boy just a wee bit high dozing off out in the range,
As Cain crept closer he saw the little boy was estranged,
He brought the little boy into his home and opened a book to a certain
“This is a very sick boy”, said Cain.

Cain laid the little boy down in his bed and saw that he was in much pain,
So he took care of him all night until dawn without disdain,
He became so tired that he fell asleep without restrain.

Late in the afternoon Cain awoke to find that there was no little boy in
his bed near the windowpane,
He checked all around to make sure he was certain,
But he found no trace of a little boy and thought that maybe he really was
So he went back into his home to rest his brain.

The next day as Cain was mining he found a little gold grain,
In excitement he mined further and found a large gold stain,
His father’s story was true and not at all mundane,
But all of it was more than what Cain could contain.

So Cain decided to share his treasure with the town below the mountain,
For he felt that all this treasure was not alone for him to claim,
See Cain’s town was very lame,
Nature in its anger had ruined much of the harvest grain,
And with little food or money the town could barely support its frame.

Cain ventured down the mountain and found the townsfolk to exclaim,
“After many years of hardwork, I finally found that my hunch was sane”,
He then showed the townsfolk a small piece of his gold grain,
From the many gasps of wonder it eventually became an applause of

With Cain’s treasure the town became a merry place even in the gloomy
Cain had only to thank his kindness for his new glory and fame,
For he new that by being kind to others it would bring him good luck and a
great name.

  1. July 16, 2009 at 11:09 AM

    Ok… what happened to the little boy?

    • July 16, 2009 at 2:36 PM

      No clue.
      I’ve just used the little boy to represent something such as karma. If Cain hadn’t helped the little boy, he may never have achieved his dream; but he did, so the little boy’s thanks was for Cain to achieve his dream.

  2. bushra
    July 18, 2009 at 6:34 PM

    you expressed the inner thoughts and feelings of a lonely old man in such a moving way that made me almost cry but thank God there is a happy and encouraging ending . Keep it up .

  3. July 19, 2009 at 8:30 PM

    Thanks for clarifying. I never would have thought of the karma reason. That’s a really different way of looking at why things happen (at least for me).

  4. July 28, 2009 at 1:47 AM

    I’d say karma exists in all places. Whether it is within religion, culture, nature, or even fate. Our actions determine which path in life we take.
    Karma helps us to understand which path we are taking – whether we have strayed from the proper path or not.

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