Every Sunday of his life he went to church and life is sweet
Every day he shuffled his way to the same cafe for lunch and life is sweet
He and his wife never had a child and life is sweet
He started out as a bell hop and became a banker and life is sweet
One day he fell and broke his leg and life is sweet
He was interred into an old folks home and life is sweet
His wife died and had friends who cared and life is sweet
He lost the use of his legs and life is sweet
He lost his ears and eyes and life is sweet
His body became stone, drug ridden and life is sweet
Maltreatment in the home eats away at his body and life is sweet
Operation 1, 2 and 3 and life is sweet
At the hospital he was hooked up to machines and lived to 103 and life is sweet.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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