HAPPY LIVES

Happy lives are such tortuous paths.
He starts off as a young child,
running about the house and exclaiming "WOOoOoO."
He grows up through laughter,
and then sits at a writing desk in his bedroom,
with clean cropped hair and a starched collared shirt,-
writing critiques in ballpoint on parchment.
He and his girlfriend have cute jokes and giggles, shared only by them.
Then, one day, long after he has read of adventures at sea with swashbuckling pirates and mysteries,
he reads fairytales to his children at bedtime.