He had, we thought, got the better of life;
two sons, a home, a handsome wife.
There was travel from here to the other coast
for the best of schools, without a boast.
An easy familiarity with the finer things,
his photo in the paper, which success brings.
He wore a smile with a sense of ease--
it didn't seem put on in an effort to please.
From all we knew there was no trouble there
except the usual--age, a gut, less hair.
He had so much, nothing more to gain,
and yet--he stepped in front of a train.