The Easy Way

He took a gun,
place it to his head,
pulled the trigger,
and he was dead.

He handled life,
the best way he knew how.
It was over now.

The pain and strife,
the inconvenience,
which was his life.
All over now.

Peace had come,
but at a price,
now everything was nice.

He handled life,
the best way he knew how.

-- by R. A. Melos

copyright 2002

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