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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Author: Bryan Aiello

I call NYC home and wish the subway went everywhere and Times Square didn't suck. I saw John Turturro once. Maybe it was him. He was wearing a yellow shirt and smiled at me like he knew I knew. I am an Army vet who writes. I like characters who want more then they deserve. I like genre fiction. I love space. I love paladins. One day I might write a paladin in space story. Just you wait. The university of South Florida spit me out with a degree in creative writing and I find myself questioning the sanity of going to a school that advertises a fake beach on its brochure ever since. I intuit grammar. I Got married in 2012 We had twins in 2015. I do a lot of cooking and dog walking and ranting about the unfairness of sentience. You can follow me on Twitter: @bryaiello Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/BryanAiello My Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/Voyage_of_Roadkill/ My Reddit profile: https://www.reddit.com/user/Voyage_of_Roadkill/ Like my work? Become a patron at: https://www.patreon.com/BryanAiello

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