Recently, I posted that New Year’s Resolutions are useless. But, today I realized that every day requires a Resolution, and mine is to laugh loudly, and live happily, no matter the events that fate springs upon me. Call me anything; but, never call me a “serious man”.
A Serious Man.
He was a serious man.
His days were spent,
brow furrowed,
arguing about serious things.
He was never idle,
and didn’t tolerate those who were.
His time was spent
arguing about serious topics,
and thinking about serious things.
He made lists of things that needed doing.
He attacked them with dedication
and resolve.
No one could say that he was derelict
in fulfilling the duties assigned to him.
He had no time for fun.
Life was too serious for that.
He demanded that everyone
treat life as seriously as he.
He avoided those who frolicked
and spent time in useless inaction.
He would not waste his life
that way.
We all knew that he was a serious man,
not to be trifled with.
He got things done.
He never blinked.
He never swore.
He never was seen
to smile.
Smiling was a waste of time.
Things needed doing.
He was just the man to get them done.
When he died,
no one mourned his loss.
No one came to the funeral.
No one smiled at a memory of him.
But, everyone agreed
that he was a serious man. 