Autumn Leaves

I wonder just how long he tried As he sat alone and cried. She'd made a choice He had no voice The condo seemed so nice and new As for the folks; a scattered few. But after just a month passed by He wondered when he'd start to cry. In truth there were a lot of folks Very old with tired jokes. His real good friends were gone for good He should have screamed just when he could. Gone is work and gone is fun His daughter moved So did his son. His wife keeps busy every day And leaves him dinner in a tray. For her the new life is a song. Just what in hell did he do wrong?