Death's Apprentice: A hunched man bent with the world upon his sholders, how could a man with nothing bear such a burden?
Name: Dean Rhodes
Age: 55 Years 9 months 27 days
Gender: Male
Cause of Death: Heart Attack
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Lucky was I ,
I recieved a bonus for working Christmas Eve,
Christmas day, never once did I sigh,
Or moan, or take any leave.
Lucky was I,
To be given that great promotion,
A bigger slice of the mighty money pie.
I gave the company my deepest devotion.
Lucky was I,
When they made me a sales manager.
All over the world, every week, did I fly,
I was the apex of company men, I wager.
Lonely was I,
When my kept, spoilt wife and kids left.
Though I could not fathom why,
I lushly provided, ensured there was no debt.
Lucky were they,
Thought I of my ungrateful, lack loyal, family.
I kept all their wants, worries and needs at bay,
Bought a big, bold house. I saved money deftly.
I was lucky
I was lonely
I was a worker,
A sucker.
a tool.
I was, most of all ,
A MONEY BOUND FOOL.
I won't lie, Dean's tale lacks beauty. It is the requiem of a man who has made nothing of something great. His sin is the most common of them all, making money rather than making memories. As the Apprentice will tell you, if life is a game that you can win. then the final score is not measured by money.
YOU ARE READING
Death's Apprentice.
PoetryMeet the Apprentice of Death if you dare! If you are brave enough you can even peek into their files and find out about some of the clients.
