I am but a man, with naught to gain,
In this world of pain and disdain.
I strive for love, I strive for fame,
But all in vain, my efforts are inane.
I seek the approval of my peers,
But their hearts are closed, their eyes are sears.
I give my all, but still they mock,
And I am left alone, in my own clock.
I am but a man, with naught to show,
In this world where all is fleeting and low.
I wish for love, I wish for friends,
But all in vain, my hopes and ends.
So let me fade, into the night,
For in this world, there is no light.
I am but a man, with naught to give,
In this world where all is but to live.
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A. M. Barrett
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