The man alone in a busy restaurant
people talked around him.
Somehow he had become a loner
to him nobody spoke.
He never spoke to those nearby
losing the will to try.
The man alone not always like this
he’d been married twice.
Blessed with children and socialized
yet lacked something.
Nobody accepted him as a real friend
was it a chemical blend?
The man alone began to feel depressed
watching others socialize.
What future his past didn’t cheer him up
questioning his purpose.
Isolation was becoming his main issue
the future not even he knew!
The Foureyed Poet.
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