A man from youth to age has grown, No friend has he, but walks alone. He never learned to sing or smile But frowned and grumbled all the while. A man aloof from love and hate, Whose heart with gold alone was sate, Who longed for wealth and longed for power, But human kindness claimed no hour. That man who took but never gave Now stands alone, both sad and grave. His tapestry and treasured art Have made a prisoner of his heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE |