The Lonely Man

He sat there lonely, very sad

Redundancy was very bad

You’re too old at forty-eight

Go and sit, and wait – and wait.


And after he had sat and waited

Pride had gone, he felt deflated


No one would ask him

No one would care

Who’d want to know

Why he was sat there!


And thus he sat as he was told

On old park benches, tired and cold

Until one day he simply died

Nobody missed him, nobody cried.


He was far too young at fifty-seven

To leave his bench and find his Heaven.


But, no one had asked him

No one had cared

His dignity gone

He’d completely despaired.