He was a young school boy,

With a beautiful story.

He thought all night and wrote all day.

He was a handsome young man, his name was Jay.

He spun lovely poems that could make people smile or cry.

Whenever he was writing he felt a great high.

He didn’t care about his lessons,

He only cared for his writing sessions.

Eventually Jay graduated,

And when he did he was elated.

Now he was free to write as much as he pleased,

And he made money with great ease.

He married the daughter of a high ranking official.

With as beautiful as a song bird she sang

Songs that Jay wrote for her, and then with a bang

Jay’s life was cut short by a jealous rival.

And with the arrival

Of Jay’s death, came indescribable sorrow.