The Happy Man

Upon a road of humble thread, a man did tread,
With pockets light, and coin a scarce-found friend.
His labour offered little more than bread,
A modest dwelling, where his days would end.




He carried burdens, weights unseen, untold,
A tapestry of struggles, uniquely his.
Yet when the sun, or even clouds, unrolled,
A ready smile was his, a happy kiss.




His laughter echoed, bright and free as air,
A current of pure joy within his soul.
Though dreams of riches might have danced a share,
And peace from troubles, he’d have made them whole.




Yet in his heart, a deeper truth held sway,
More precious than the gleam of minted gold.
He’d trade it all, for love that lights his way,
And in God's presence, find his story told.



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