He does seem such a very nice person to me
Yet he is his very own worst enemy
He has social phobia his cross in life to bear
Though we all have our imperfections of that I am aware
For the flaws we are born with for to pay there's some price
A social outsider but of his own choice
He doesn't go to parties or he is never seen at the pub
Or he is not a member of any social group or club
Yet his neighbor aged widow poor Mrs Tardelli who lives on her own
Says a better person than he is she has not known
He mows her back garden drives her to do her shopping and calls to see her every day
Out of the goodness of his heart since him she cannot afford to pay
So quiet and so shy yet of him one can say
That to help others he does go out of his way.
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