The unweary travveler

There was once a traveler.

His travels he's seen allot.

Meeting up with good people. 

To help thoughs he did saught.

He carried nothing but his clothes on his back.

And his bottle of water and bag of treats.

He did it not for fame nor glory. 

He did it for honorable feats.

Every where he went,  he brought joy and song to all.

You could find him any where that people seem to fall.

One day he ran across a woman dry and oh so weary.

She cried for help, with a yelp.

Her hunger it did vary.

He gave her water and food, and took her to the nearest house.

Every last one of them said no.

They did not want to dissplease their spouse.

He came across a poor widow man, his heart broken like glass. 

He said gladly,  for he knew she could not last.

She came back to normal, and the widow man saw she was fine.

He found that her buety was really quite devine.

They asked the traveler if he could stay.

But he shook his head.

He said he had more work, he'll come back another day.

So the traveler was off, to find more weary souls.

For helping others for nothing was his point of goal.

Years later the traveler he came across. 

The lonely man and weary woman were no longer at loss.

They told him they got married, with four kids to be exact.

They thanked him for his kind deed, and offered to repay him for his act.

He shook his head to say no, for his deeds he did not for him.

But he said give it to another, as his eyes did glim.

So if you run into a man wondering aimlessly. 

It might just be unweary traveler helping those in need.

R.M.