Mr Lonely
I can't believe it's only
A week ago he passed,
We called him 'Mr Lonely',
A name that seemed to last.
Since he left I've been thinking
Of Mr Lonely's life;
He never went out drinking
Or caused a lot of strife.
He came from County Galway
Across the Irish Sea,
You'd pass him in the hallway
But seldom would he be
Inclined to chat or ever
Go further than a few
Remarks about the weather
If any change was due.
Had scolding priests abolished
The joy or was he shy?
His shoes were smartly polished,
He wore a suit and tie.
He never courted lasses,
He never went berserk,
Each morning with the masses
He bicycled to work.
No entry would he permit,
The walls were strong because
That's just the kind of hermit
Our Mr Lonely was.
Was he some nephew's uncle?
I don't know but the man
Loved Simon and Garfunkel,
He'd always been a fan.
Did their songs match the feeling
In which his mind was steeped?
At times down from the ceiling
The Sound Of Silence seeped.
No family attended
His grave or read the stone
And now his life has ended
I wish he could have known
While to his own world banished
By us he's not dismissed,
Though Mr Lonely's vanished
Forever he'll be missed.
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I can't believe it's only
A week ago he passed,
We called him 'Mr Lonely',
A name that seemed to last.
Since he left I've been thinking
Of Mr Lonely's life;
He never went out drinking
Or caused a lot of strife.
He came from County Galway
Across the Irish Sea,
You'd pass him in the hallway
But seldom would he be
Inclined to chat or ever
Go further than a few
Remarks about the weather
If any change was due.
Had scolding priests abolished
The joy or was he shy?
His shoes were smartly polished,
He wore a suit and tie.
He never courted lasses,
He never went berserk,
Each morning with the masses
He bicycled to work.
No entry would he permit,
The walls were strong because
That's just the kind of hermit
Our Mr Lonely was.
Was he some nephew's uncle?
I don't know but the man
Loved Simon and Garfunkel,
He'd always been a fan.
Did their songs match the feeling
In which his mind was steeped?
At times down from the ceiling
The Sound Of Silence seeped.
No family attended
His grave or read the stone
And now his life has ended
I wish he could have known
While to his own world banished
By us he's not dismissed,
Though Mr Lonely's vanished
Forever he'll be missed.
©






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