James

James was envied by all,
a chap, handsome, rich,
proud and walking tall,
a personable, generous sport
by all men in town admired
and by the ladies adored
for his charm and grace,
always a smile on his face,
but one fine day in May
they found him stone dead,
he had but a bullet in his head,
and no one could ever figure out why
lucky James had decided to die...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz