Life – The Lonely Man Poem by Paul Warren

In a country town the word gets around
What is the latest word to be found?
He was a shabby one starting to push past forty
From the bush he wasn’t that smart or hoity-toity
When left alone by a father’s death
A small fortune to him was left

But wealth alone doesn’t give you a true friend
Ones you can mix with who will support you to the end
What it does attract are the weasels and the users
Who’ll take your lonely money and become abusers
So when the lawyer gives out his allowance money
He was popular with them for the milk and honey

In the pub on those days he’d shout them in their say
I spoke to him when his allowance was now spent away
Of why he tolerated it with their weaselling way
He said he did not want to be alone again today
So he left with sadness in his teary eyes
To go alone again to his room as he survives.

© Paul Warren Poetry