NO ONE

He sits alone,
on a night so late,
feeling nothing at all,
except the hate.

The hate of those,
who have more than him,
those who he envy's,
his light going dim.

He use to be one,
one so rich,
but now his has nothing,
he's left in a ditch.

They took it away,
all of his life,
all that he work for,
including his wife.

She walk out on him,
as soon as she found out,
left him with nothing,
only doubt.

He is ill,
and soon could die,
sitting lonely on the street,
believing it's a lie.

A lonely body,
lies on the street,
died a while ago,
with no where to eat.

No one will miss him,
no one will care,
no one would help him,
no one was there.

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