A Happy Guy

There was a happy guy

He wore a toga and sandals 

Had a goat

And a small stretch

Of land

With a garden

And a still

Where he brewed barley beer

He was

Well regarded

By his wife

And his

Children

And his

Community

And then

The

Thera eruption

Occured

And

His little island

In the

Aegean sea

Blew into the atmosphere

Along with him and

Everything

He held

Dear

Fertilized places far away

Makes one

Wonder

About the point

Of being happy

When the

Tangible fact

Is

Existence

Is finite

Sometimes

Finishing

Unexpectedly

But he died

Happy

Because

Life isn’t

About

Expecting

The end

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