The Life and Eulogy of a Happy Man

The story of a happy man

Part 1 : The Life of a Happy Man

Coffee spoons in my hand

Fog in the city

Merry thieves grinning and stealing

Sounds of walking and dispersing

Dogs barking, cats meowing

I go to work

The men sit at a round table

Suits made with money

I look through the window

My head up high

My brain scattred

Charcoal on my strong arms

As I smatter and shatter

An axe I pound 

Hard as matter

Messy am I with a coal stained face

Dark as my hair

That will eventually go bald I realize

By then my muscles will be gone

But I will still drink ten cups of coffee spoons

Because nothing else but that and cash will keep me going

The men sit at a round table

Suits made with money

I look through the window

Bile in my mouth when I see this man

A women ‘round his arms he barely glances at

Asking me to forge a diamond ring, for his beauty

Said he’d pay me a million, anything for his love`

But he ignores her the rest of the day

I do what he says though

Because money sustains me

So I labour and toil

I make a ring for others to envy
I give to the man

And he leaves

Pays me

So now I stand proudly

As a newfound rich man

The men sit at a round table

Suits made with money

I look through the window

Oh! What a happy day! 

I met this girl with soft brown hair

Blue deep eyes that make me grin

She laughs at my jokes

And smiles when I talk

I think I love her I thought

So I talked to her father, and he agreed

Then I put a ring on her finger

As her pretty face glowed with joy

She told me she’ll love me forever

‘Till death do us part

She says

And holds me in her arms

After I work I give my time to her!

Oh for she is an angel!

The queen of my heart!

Our days pass nicely or so I thought

I work for hours, sometimes without coming home

Not even for reprise or rest

But money is at my disposal

Our disposal I remember

But she doesn't seem happy

Her eyes puffy red

She tells me she misses me even though I am here 

Shes says money is not all

So I divorce her 

If she doesn't like the cash I give her than she's greedy

A waste of time and energy

The men sit at a round table

Suits made with money

I join them in the window

And laugh at the glancing passers

The hopefuls the dreamers

40 years long gone by

And I sit alone
No longer a young man 

But a graying 63 year old

I am utterly alone only my riches to keep me company

A miser with a heart of cold 

No grandchildren or children like the others of my age

Passerby looking through my window

Envy in their eyes

But would they be so jealous if they saw my balding head?

My weak arms?

With a new wife who shares a bed with another man?

So far removed from the old days I am

I no longer make diamonds out of coal and charcoal

Instead I frolic and pander

To better men of my ponders

Hoping they agree and give me as much as a dollar 

So I can make it three

At night I sit and dream of my life 

Which consists of six main things :

Consuming coffee spoons

Mundane fog that covers my room

Animals sounding all about

Thieves stealing from my house

The walking sound of the others who work on the bustling city streets

And a brown haired women with blue eyes who held me in her arms

When will all of it end?
I hope it's soon

I was one of those men that sat at a round table

With a suit made of money

Whom people stared at

And aspired to become

They all attend my funeral

But I still died alone

Well except for Mammon and a bunch of flames 

 Part 2 : The Eulogy of a Happy Man

“How great was he!

Dead so young at 63!

We cry and pray for him

Beloved he was!

Worked so hard and became the greatest!
His wife weeps for him

Her only comfort her friend

Who holds her together with brawny muscles

 I hope our dead and bereaved all find some peace

Because the greatest man from this part of town is now deceased!

In God we pray
For his journey to heaven

Let the cruel Princes of Hell not grasp his hardworking hands 

For he was such a happy, peaceful man 

Who didn’t hurt a thing

While most of the rich were greedy

He was generous

An outstanding sweet daisy in a bushel of thorned roses!

He will be in Heaven

And go down in history

As the greatest man from this part of town

An inspiration for all others!

So at last offer your prayers to all!
And dream of a better life for yourselves

Go drink and grin
That's what he would have wanted!
So offer your prayers and let the dead rest!”

The funeral attendees eyes gleam with tears as the speakers stops speaking

And a women with grayed brown hair and blue eyes stands watching

 Her eyes puffy and red as when she was 23

 No one knows who she is

 But she stands proud

 Forever in love with a man who could have been 

 She has grieved him twice now

 

Once a young boy with a warm heart dead and gone

She had weeped for in tears

Now a king with cruel greedy mind

She would mourn the angel he could have been

She would not just love him ‘till death do them part

She would love him even after their souls were crushed

And they withered away into dust

She would love him

The boy would love her

But the greedy king would not

For she was a diamond he had given up on

Author's Note

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