A man can smile
A man can smile,
but feel dead inside.
He can walk for miles,
Yet no-one will see.
He commits to a job,
As if it were his spouse.
He’s quiet– no– silent,
Small, like a mouse.
He does not work,
For the riches it provides.
Fulfilling wishes and,
quotas by which he abides.
He works to fill the time,
the void inside.
Time is precious,
But not for this man.
He waits and he counts,
The seconds that pass by.
The minutes are slow,
The days will fly.
The months will go,
And the years pass by.
The world spins round,
And round it goes.
Planted to the ground,
Nobody, he knows.
This person is lonely,
Lonely as can be,
Is he that much different,
From you and me?
Written in July 2016
