by J. Andrew Reilly

Created on: January 20, 2010

"A Lonely Man"

A lonely man, he rolls from bed

Another day I’m sure he’ll dread

She’s still asleep. He’ll let her stay

She wouldn’t kiss him anyway

A lonely man, he showers and shaves

Just when did he become this slave

To work and kids and household chores

To be this bore they all ignore?

A lonely man, he starts his car

His office prison’s not that far

Commuters shroud him everywhere

Yet he drives alone in deep despair.

A lonely man, sits in his chair

And plays computer solitaire

His colleagues on their coffee breaks

Will blather on of his mistakes

A lonely man, voices concern

Of when this meeting will adjourn

With others who are just like he

Invisible to all who see.

A lonely man, his work day done

Another rush hour drudge begun

Amidst the throng who inch ahead

On metal moving coffins tread

A lonely man, at his front door

They never greet him anymore

A stranger now invades their space

Still wearing his familiar face

A lonely man, he eats his food

Prepares for bed, his mood subdued

This home which once was full of life

Now weathered in dysfunctional strife

A lonely man, in some regards

Within this crowded house of cards

He share’s life’s path, though on his own

To live and die each day alone

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