The Sad Misanthrope Poem by Francis Duggan

The Sad Misanthrope



He does not like writers and artists as such
Since he feels that they do not contribute much
To society that is what he does say
He looks at life in a strange sort of a way.

He doesn't like playing cards or sports or football
And socializing he doesn't like it at all
He is not in the cycling club as people he doesn't like
Though he likes to cycle through town on his bike.

He does not have a lover to brighten his life
And with his attitude he may never have a wife
He never goes to parties new people to meet
And he never greets people he meets on the street.

For to dislike others he does not need an excuse
And time leaves him more bitter the ageing recluse
Yet he is what you see and he is free of guile
He never does laugh or he never does smile.

He lives without love and he lives without hope
Yet he goes on living the sad misanthrope
To any of his neighbours he never says hello
And with the passing of time the more bitter he grow.

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