He wasn't a bad chap,
But certainly a sad one.
Colour was sapped from his eyes
Unconditional pessimism was all he saw.
Inside himself, he was losing himself.
I like to think, that after the books were written
He started to take himself less seriously,
Asking other animals how they were,
offering them help, and maybe even
He'd throw them a smile.
"Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly" - G.K. Chesterton
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