The Man Who Died Alone
There once was a man, Not short of boyhood by a year and a half
Who loved his life and loved to make other people laugh
He centered himself around a group of friends
Who didn’t care about money or the current trends
They thought they knew him well, but he kept his true feelings inside
Though they had always cared for him and would always provide
They soothed him through his times of trouble and pain
And he would give them the world without having to explain
But one day he realized that he wanted something more
Something more than a friendship, someone he could adore
And even though his friends truly cared for him and such
They could never give him the love that he wanted so much
The days he spent with them helped to ease this desire
But it wouldn’t last long, his hopes were hanging by a wire
He had dreamt about a girl, perfect as can be
He met this girl once, but she turned out to be an ice queen
Though he never gave up, he continued to look
But there weren’t much to cherish, and the others were took
The man never gave up, day and night he tried
He was charming in every way, he wasn’t rude and never lied
But it seemed as though those qualities aren't what tickle a girl’s fancy
In a society where heroes never get the girl, if they did it was chancy
His friends told him that out in the sea, there were a lot more fish
That he just hadn’t yet found a girl that was his kind of dish
But the man thought to himself, that after so many catches
With his kind of bait, there would never be matches
He had grown tired of his never-ending search
Until one day he found her, a beautiful maiden in a church
He knew nothing about this girl, but felt as though he knew her
He recognized the feeling, a twisted stomach that stirs
When he came close enough, he realized why she was there
She was to be wed soon, to a rich millionaire
He could only ask why, and her reply was brief
"Money is success, no matter if he brings me grief"
The man went home that night alone
He grew so weary, feeling weak to the bone
After so long of searching, and the women he'd reap
He had no concern for himself, and hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep
So his days of searching had finally come to an end
As he died of insomnia, in the arms of a friend
Who loved his life and loved to make other people laugh
He centered himself around a group of friends
Who didn’t care about money or the current trends
They thought they knew him well, but he kept his true feelings inside
Though they had always cared for him and would always provide
They soothed him through his times of trouble and pain
And he would give them the world without having to explain
But one day he realized that he wanted something more
Something more than a friendship, someone he could adore
And even though his friends truly cared for him and such
They could never give him the love that he wanted so much
The days he spent with them helped to ease this desire
But it wouldn’t last long, his hopes were hanging by a wire
He had dreamt about a girl, perfect as can be
He met this girl once, but she turned out to be an ice queen
Though he never gave up, he continued to look
But there weren’t much to cherish, and the others were took
The man never gave up, day and night he tried
He was charming in every way, he wasn’t rude and never lied
But it seemed as though those qualities aren't what tickle a girl’s fancy
In a society where heroes never get the girl, if they did it was chancy
His friends told him that out in the sea, there were a lot more fish
That he just hadn’t yet found a girl that was his kind of dish
But the man thought to himself, that after so many catches
With his kind of bait, there would never be matches
He had grown tired of his never-ending search
Until one day he found her, a beautiful maiden in a church
He knew nothing about this girl, but felt as though he knew her
He recognized the feeling, a twisted stomach that stirs
When he came close enough, he realized why she was there
She was to be wed soon, to a rich millionaire
He could only ask why, and her reply was brief
"Money is success, no matter if he brings me grief"
The man went home that night alone
He grew so weary, feeling weak to the bone
After so long of searching, and the women he'd reap
He had no concern for himself, and hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep
So his days of searching had finally come to an end
As he died of insomnia, in the arms of a friend