A Happy Man

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.

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

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it was very poetic and beautiful. I like that it had a moral and that it rhymed, please oh please write some more and make this person a blessed child.
*Slow claps* Erm, very nice job! Eh.
Quite pathetic
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When these graven lines you see, Children that I leave behind, Near to them and to my wife, I was happy all my life. My three sons I married right, because i am gay Death nor sorrow never brought In the region of the poop lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
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