I knew a man,
unrelated to me.
He was happy,
everyday of the week.
Nothing brought him down.
His smile made others smile.
His laughter, filled the room,
like the aroma of cinnamon.
He spoke in soft tones,
that grew in crescendo.
His words provided detail,
mosaics on life.
He was profound,
yet simple.
Emotionally complex,
yet wore his feelings on his sleeve.
He was the man next door.
Loved by all.
A man of happiness.
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