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.
This is a verse of the poem "As I walked home"
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