Evolution Of Greatness Poem by Christine K. Trease

New born child, and then a boy a man with nary any joy,
he lives a heartless life recluse bitterness his lone excuse.

Twenty years then forty gone he finds himself so all alone.
The tears he's caused have doused life's fire, years lived, but have not found desire.

Saddened eyes, that never smile he cares not to stay a while.
The forboding road he steadily trod he believes not fellow man nor God.
His wrinkled face emotionless tells all that he has failed the test.
Not saddened by his rueful fate, not caring the hour is far too late,
he plods along as 'ere before knowing not his losing score.

He'll die a monetary great yet he led a life that sealed his fate,
to exist on earth 'till he was gone, he did not live, so he'll die alone.