Thankful he was.
He did it all for himself.
He did it all for nothing.
Then he walked away.
Worked himself to the bone.
At the end of his journey, he went home.
Thankful for all the years he served.
After all was said and done what was left is what he deserved.
A burning candle no one in sight, for he had worked all his life.
With all of his savings and all of his dues.
He was just thankful for some good news.
He found a hobby until his death.
The man was so thankful that when he died he had nothing left.
He served until his last breath.