Once there was a man,
a man full of joy.
He had two beautiful kids
and an even more beautiful wife.
and he was happy.
God treated him well,
he thought, and sat back to relax
in the reclining chair he just bought.
The world was good to him,
he was one of the lucky ones.
But like all good things,
his life had to come to an end.
One day he would be dead
and he couldn't escape that fact,
he just hoped it wouldn't be soon...
The next day he got some news
when he came home and opened the door
his wife told him she was pregnant.
He was overjoyed,
cursing all the thoughts he just had.
He couldn't believe his luck,
he actually never did
because there was no luck ion this pregnancy
as he figured out on delivery day.
He was at work very excited,
all his coworkers were happy for him,
he was the luckiest man alive.
He got the call he was waiting for
sooner than he thought he would.
He picked the phone up with a smile
but by the end of the phone call
the smile had turned into a frown
and tears swelled up in his eyes.
He threw the phone to the ground
and walked out the door
leaving all of his work behind.
He arrived at his house
and took his kids with him
all the while telling them
everything would be alright
and that he loved them dearly.
They arrived at the hospital
and walked in with no permission,
he just had to see his wife.
To the emergency wing they went,
he spotted his wife quite quickly
and led his kids to the room.
A nurse attempted to stop them
but he shoved her out of the way.
He knelt before the bed that his wife laid on
and saw her chest was not moving.
He weeped quietly into the sheets.
His kids cried too, they realized what had happened
as he realized what he had to do.
He led his children to the roof
just to get some fresh air.
He told his kids to hold his hands
and they obeyed him unquestioningly.
He closed his eyes then
and flung all three of them off the roof,
knowing one thing for certain...
he could not live anymore.
