That Man, Not Me.

I know of a man who has trouble sleeping,
Oh no, ’tis not I. For I am happy.
But ’tis a man who worries a lot.
A man who is alone every night,
And every day.
But every time I am near he is not alone.
For I see him with many, so why does this man,
Complain of loneliness? Is he looking for atention?
He has many friends, so why does he say he has none?

I guess I shall never know.

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