Disillusioned Man

It was a Friday morning

When I met him at the shrine

He was a disillusioned man

Who almost lost his mind

Not only did he think that he

Could live on bread and wine

He also thought that he could make

A lover's total life

Didn't have a lousy dime

He didn't have a job

No care, no home, no family

And was a hungry slob

Thought he was a millionaire

Thought he was a king

To him, all other people

Were like puppets on a string

Didn't have a god or friend

You know he wanted one

Thought he was the one and only

Independent man

Broken, cold, and lonely

But he rejected help

Thought there could be no one

As important as himself

Said he was a strong man

You know this is a lie

I saw that man grow weaker as

The month and years passed by

His lips were cold and trembling as

He fumbled what to say

He looked around and had to sigh

On that forsaken day