rare happy endings

some lives,

not all, but some are short

and brief snippets

of life

on earth.

call them haikus

or poems,

sonnets perhaps, 

maybe songs, while

others survive

enough days to become 

a short story,

a novella,

neat and compact

though not very long,

but then there are those

that become

a novel.

a thick tome of pages

full of words and deeds,

love

and death, etc. etc.

but one wonders

what is the plot

of those lives,

their theme,

what is the rising

and falling of the story,

what is

the climax.

is there a hero, a villain?

is there a denouement?

do things come together

in the end

to make

a lick of sense?

is the resolution satisfying?

rarely.