The Loneliest Man I Know

Oh, is life beautiful !

I wish that man could see,

who by choice or evil fate,

is alone beneath a tree.

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The wonderful episodes of life,

A warm hand to hold,

Arms that can win the world,

Oblivious to life, his hands a fold.

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The ups and then the downs,

A perfect symphony of the heavens.

Does he see what I do?

Or has he thrown away the givens?

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I watch as chaos ensues

Thrown fists and exhausted lips

They fight, they hurt, they feel

But to me, it's all just a reel.

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Sundawn they finally heal

My heart bursting up in zeal

Worry I not for the ending is great

When was conflict ever a threat?

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Contemplating I lay,

On the cold side of my bed

Weighing down the possibilities

Of a man who's never felt.

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Could a man so naive,

So miserable yet alive,

A fly in a beehive,

Could they ever even thrive?

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Perhaps the kind of men,

Of only myths and tales,

Bound to not be found,

Concealed beneath the rails?

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The answer, a mirror asserts,

"Here,

A perspective new to thee

For the energy you exude

Is for everyone else to see."

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Revelation! I raise my brow

...So maybe, just maybe

The loneliest man I know,

is none other than me.