Hurried under pressure
They scrambled like little ants
Running every which way
As if in a trance
All throughout the chaos
One stood unabashed
A meager man not well to do
Strapped by lack of cash
He searched with a gut feeling
Contemplating every move
He took not one thing for granted
From the clues inside the room
He persisted; he sniffed it out
Just like a hound dog
Nose to ground
He found it
All sorted out
No more mystery
Never a doubt
He found the treasure
The jewels and gold
The life’s work
Of forgotten souls
He took the treasure
And disbursed the wealth
It’s no coincidence
He valued health
More than his prosperity
That was a burden all the same
As the others continue to run
Forgetting their own names
They run from their own problems
Yet, they somehow find a way
To use the tool that seldom do
And shed their past mistakes
They welcome the chance to prosper
Erase away their pain
He’s encouraged by their passion
And their willingness to change