There once was a guy... He always walked to work. He seemed happy, but he hid it... He hid his sorrow. But, how. When he walked out of his house he smiled and was happy, he was. It is when he gets home is is sad. Who knows why, who? I wish I did, but NO. It is pretty sad but, ok. I always said hello, he replied with a kind yello. One day when he was walking home he stopped at Starbucks and gave me a coffee and we talked. I asked if he was ok. He said ," I'm fine."
He Sounded a little frustrated. Then he said,"I got to go." very kindly.
I said,"Bye, and thanks for the coffee.
The next morning he was the happiest he had ever been. So I asked if he was ok he said he was fine, so I said ok then. Have a good day.
Sadly the next day he died of a heart-attack.
:(
