(a Poem Of My Island) 2- The Man With No Life - Poem by Timothy Venard
He does nothing all day
He just sits there and stares
He has nothing to say
And no one who cares.
He once had a wife,
(Or that’s what I heard)
She ruined his life
Now he won’t say a word.
And who is this man with this trouble and strife
He has no name, but the man with no life.
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