Unsung Soul.

I walked the World- a happy man, Never turned back at all. Every step has left a painful cut, unhealing to my grave;
I watched my dreams come and go, Never hung on them for long; Now my life gently slips away, into the cold darkened grave.
I brooded friends- forgot them now, And never sang their songs at all; Now everyone, they turn their backs, upon my solitary ruined grave.
Look! at those impostorous faces mocking, with silent mournful cry, But every eye reflects a joy, as they quietly scamper by...