Happiness is not defined
by complexity of construction,
and a happy fool
is often better company than
a sad and bitter sophist.
We sometimes mock
the simplicity of simple goals
I have known
three of these small and work bent men
all content in their knowledge of
servitude and nobility,
acceptance and toil,
learning early, not to reach
beyond their grasp.
Abbreviated they were
both in name and life
denied the knowledge
of their full existence.
Dan made houses
from stone, and wood, and water,
and avoided his ‘betters’.
Dick sculpted dreams,
simply honed from words he polished
with diligence. until
he himself was pinned too early.
Billy snaked pipes,
imagined water where it was needed,
felt restrained only by the need
to turn a bend without a kink.
None of them ever had anything more
than they had already given away,
and they were the wealthiest men
I have ever known.
©Niall OConnor 2024
Beautiful poem Niall, made me think about my Dad in a different light
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