All his life
He’d begged, borrowed and stolen.
He only knew
Scheming and deceitful humans.
Today,
He could make
Enough money to
Set himself up for life.
‘The old lady’s too proud
Not to give me my money
She cannot bear to suffer
The shame.
My little mouth
Has the power to
Set her house on fire
A blaze that will ruin her family.’
The old lady left the house
Told him not to leave until she returned.
‘She will do everything to meet my demand
Money in hand, I will be gone, forever.’
The handsome rogue
Took his ease at the old lady’s house
Drank age old wine
Put his feet up and reclined on the Chesterfield.
Two hours passed.
‘She should be here by now
Where is your employer?’
He asked the housekeeper.
The rogue stomped to the window
Drew back the curtain.
Walking toward the house
He saw the old lady and a young woman.
A sharp pain gripped his chest
He fell to his knees screaming.
He did not calculate
With the possibility
That the old lady
Would confess everything to the young woman.
Nor did he imagine the young woman would forgive her
And become a friend.
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