The Happy Man.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you think it is a struggle
that is why you are having a hard time

you must remember how a man has not worked in his whole lifetime?
and you must ask why?

he did not go for reason or rhyme
he went outside and played his ball with all the children in the village

he kicked and ran and jumped and danced and even tip toed when
needed,

he climbed those trees, and swam those rivers, he slept his nights
and played his guitar,

he plowed the fields and caught the fish, and yet no matter what
on storms and floods and quakes, he merely whistled his way unlike
the usual everybody

no doubt about it, he liked everything and so he never worked
at all. He loved everyone, and so nothing worried him.