The Recluse Poem by Timothy Long

The ugly man is bound,
With no respect to be found,
He lives life as a recluse,
Others see him as a sad excuse,
His tears have long since dried,
People act as if already died,
The accomplishments can't compare to others,
He will be ignored like everything he worked for,
Letting go of everything means being alone forever,
They will lie to keep you around,
Working numbly for little pay,
Pride makes one want to go away,
The future will only get worse,
Millions are doing the same,
Society is to be blame,
Leaving only pain and shame,
Why are more becoming like this?
No connections to be found,
Is the average man to be made a clown?
Love just isn't sound,
Why in today's expensive world be bound?
Being alone will be for the best,
No support system can do the rest,
It will be okay,
A monk on the delay,
Restarting every day,
My peace has been found this day.