The world’s happiest man
The world’s saddest of men
Depression was his only friend
and then there was the li’l girl who cried
He offered her his soul
A piece of the torn scroll
The girl smiled through her tears
His dose of ephemeral happiness
From then on every time she cried,
he tore away piece by piece
from what was left of his beautiful tattered fleece.
As the wind grew cold,
he smiled through broken teeth
at the girl who shivered beneath the ragged fleece.
He feared sinking in the debauchery
yet her smile was all he had
and he was all she had
The day came when he had nothing left to give
The day when his breath was no longer in the wind
The li’l girl wept her heart out and hasn’t stopped since
The fleece, still ragged and the nights, grow colder still
Should he have given her the first piece?
His happiness became her sadness.
And her happiness, fleeting like his breath.