Poem / A Happy Man

in poetry •  2 years ago 

When these graven lines you see,

Traveller, do not pity me;

Though I be among the dead,

Let no mournful word be said.

Children that I leave behind,

And their children, all were kind;

Near to them and to my wife,

I was happy all my life.

My three sons I married right,

And their sons I rocked at night;

Death nor sorrow never brought

Cause for one unhappy thought.

Now, and with no need of tears,

Here they leave me, full of years,

Leave me to my quiet rest

In the region of the blest.

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Great poem!!