Here comes Fred:
Alcohol did for him,
And the wife-beating;
Look in those eyes and you’ll see he always took the easy way,
One of the gang, blowing with the wind -
Strange how it affected him.
Being pals with everyone is pals with no one
And a stranger to yourself,
All alone:
It was the loneliness that crushed him.
Fred
This is a verse of the poem "As I walked home". Buy the book here
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