He always does look very sad and alone
And a laugh out of him like drawing blood from a stone
That he does not have friends no need to wonder why
That serious people do not draw people to them to him does apply
And why he is friendless no need to ask why
Some credit of him we ought not to deny
For he is the type who would not harm a fly
He seems very ordinary, quiet and so shy
Never once heard him laugh he has little to say
Yet to help others out he goes out of his way
And one can say of him his heart is in the right place
The corporal works of mercy he always does embrace
Though quiet and serious as a person from others he does stand apart
For he is one blessed with true kindness of heart.
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