Lonely Is the Famous

Lonely is the Famous Once I met Cliff Richard, a sweet little man, came into the newsagent and bought a paper-broadsheet- perhaps that makes him looks intellectual; what do I know? He nodded my way, smiled, mind, he smiled to everyone. He is a professional showman, smiling for him comes easy. He had plenty of hair, slim no unsightly beer belly like me, and I was quite envious till I noticed the cape of loneliness he wore. Wished I could help moderate the desolation that dulled his eyes when he briefly let his guard down. Poor Cliff sits alone at home, sips his own wine and dream of happy holiday