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When you refuse to offer the hand of friendship you cheat yourself out of a friend.  Don't wait until it's too late to let someone know you care.

The Man Who Wasn'T There

He sat alone most every day as others milled about him.
They chatted and they shared their lives, he wasn't asked to join them;
And so he sat there all alone since no one was inclined,
To introduce themselves to him and spend a little time,

And try to get to know the man that others said was strange,
Who always sat there by himself as though 'twere prearranged,
That he should be the out-cast, the one that no one noticed,
Feeling slightly out-classed and sore in need of solace.

No one seemed to want to try to include him in their group,
And so he sat there day by day alone and sad and mute.
They never got to hear his laugh or see his sense of humor.
They never got to talk to him , they just believed the rumors,

That labeled him as strange and weird, a loner, anti-social.
They never took a chance and learned that he was really special.
Then one day he disappeared, they knew not where he went.
They did not know his time was short, his time on earth was spent.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Legros Kelley Avatar
February 21, 2021 at 10:08 PM
This is so sad. I think it probably happens to many of us at any time in our lives, we need a kindred group where we are appreciated for who we are. When there is too much rejection in the wrong group, the confidence can go out the window, and that's when deep scars can be seen upon a soul, which is very tragic. You are so very right, the missed chances of friendship is a loss to those who didn't reach out as well as the hurt heart of the outcast. Truly sad. Thank you for writing this <3
Hankins Avatar
February 20, 2021 at 9:27 AM
Oh my, this is a sad one...to think the poor man spent his whole life in quasi-isolation because no one care enough to get to know him. Thanks for writing this tribute to the lonely man. Well done!
Ball Avatar
February 21, 2021 at 5:21 PM
Thanks bunches Milton. God Bless, JB
Buhagiar Avatar
February 19, 2021 at 10:53 AM
A bit sad. But I know the feeling. Long ago my wife introduced to a group of friends. No one talked to me. It lasted three meetings. Then I told my wife she could stay but I'll go on my own. She came with me. ~~
Ball Avatar
February 19, 2021 at 3:07 PM
Wonderful. You were a team. Wither thou goest --- Thanks bunches my friend. God Bless, JB
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