There once was a man who had a farm

But a drought killed his crops and the animals in his barn

Little did he know his crops were filled with ticks

But now they are gone so he doesn’t get sick

And now this man is in perfect health

So he lives to 102 with a lot of wealth

But then he learns his estranged son died, circumstances unclear

Whom he hasn’t spoken to in 20 years

He learns that his son had a daughter, 23,

He otherwise never would’ve been allowed to see

He meets her and his world feels blessed and cool

But his granddaughter deceives him and steals his late wife’s jewels

But those jewels were originally stolen from a Sultan

He comes a-knocking to kill the thieving charlatan

This man has no jewels so he gets left alone

But the Sultan kills his granddaughter, now he is on his own

He feels very sad, so he decides to go on runs

And the exercise and fresh air makes him look very young

Handsome like when he was 80, he goes to the town square

A younger woman sees him and she falls in love unaware

But she has a temper and he has a wandering eye

She plans to poison him this very night

So he dies the day before he turns 104

Any longer, he’d have nothing left to live for

His life: was it bad? Was it good?

It’s a question of how much, not could or would or should.