Happy Is a Problem

Happy is the closed eye Sleeping ever so peacefully Deep in the six feet underneath No longer anything i can see Or be Least of all alone me Staring up at the leaves Barely clinging onto it's tree Chomping on old wedding cake 4 or 5 year's out of date That ended up in divorce court Which neither party contested or fought So much for until death do us part Which will only end up with our loved ones If they can stop for a minute Fighting over everything of worth You left behind That they can't claim for their own That isn't nailed down Even if that be simply a poem Written for absolutely free With your one final last remaining Wish Wanting the entire hole world For it to see Hoping it will live forevermore And therefore outlast me Until eternity