The luckiest man who ever lived, had all that he desired.
But he was a fool enough,
To play around with fire.
He had a wife with loving heart,
Who gave him everyday,
Love enough to fill the world,
And gave it all the way.
Then one day he lost his nerve,
And found that he was frightened,
So he hid inside a room,
His burden he would lighten.
But his hiding was a ruse,
For everyone to see,
No problem solved, and only caused,
The ones he loved to be,
Isolated from his love and wanting to come in.
But he held the door closed tight, in his tiny room,
Til the one who loved his heart,
Left him with his gloom.
Then one day the door was forced,
With a mighty crash,
His tiny room was burned away,
he stood naked in the ash.
Suddenly his head was clear
His focus like a pin,
Driven deep within his heart,
Where only sloth had been.
It looked as though his little world, would fall apart in shame,
Losing all that he held dear,
And only him to blame.
But that doe-eyed girl with loving heart, pulled him ever closer.
And gave her love so willingly,
It made his heart to rise,
That he might keep, that doe-eyed angel, that brought him down to size.
So everyday, he loves her more, and gives her all he has.
Happy just to do the things, he should have in the past.
Never before in this great wide world,
Has there ever been,
A fool like him, who has become the luckiest man who ever lived.