No one person knows the man inside the man,
\nWherein there lies such agony untold.
\nBold he was on outward glance, the sideways glance
\nThat other persons would surreptitiously sneak
\nWhile walking past, perchance they’d peek, to
\nKnow more of the man, but bold the man remained.<\/p>\n
Bold, through shining face and professions of
\nContentment and gratitude, satisfaction, and happiness –
\nA fortitude unmet in many men.
\nA smile came unrestrained,
\nA laugh in spontaneity,
\nThough smiles and laughs and a talkative charm
\nWould see the man through all encounters.<\/p>\n
At least the encounters with those other people,
\nThe one’s whose sideways curiosity, afforded
\nThem a glance, and too, the ones whose curiosity
\nBecame an interest (they ventured forth to enquire
\nAs to the man’s well-being – caring, it would seem).<\/p>\n
Counselling them to worry not, he would quell their
\nCuriosity and satisfy his needs. He’d invite them all to tea.
\nThe taking of a cup of tea, to satisfy his social needs,
\nAlso did seem satisfactory to his guests.<\/p>\n
In their quest for conversation much trivia was explored.
\nNo exchange of real anything took place.
\nAfter taking tea together, parting was mere formality.
\nTheir minds were mutually at ease. <\/p>\n
Alas, mere fortune’s outward gleamings
\nCannot show the inner feelings,
\nThe man inside the man whom no one knows.
\nThe taking of the tea, with cold company
\nKeeps the man cold, and colder inside.<\/p>\n
Those inner feelings remain untold,
\nThough outward appearances were bold
\nThose unheard agonies remain,
\nCorroding the mind when lonely, bitter
\nContemplation was inescapable.<\/p>\n
When the tea was gone, the guests were gone,
\nThere were no appearances to keep up.
\nThe sideways glance was not taken,
\nBlinds were closed, doors were locked;
\nContemplation was inescapable.
\nSuch is the agony of discontent.
\nSuch is his agony. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
No one person knows the man inside the man,
Wherein there lies such agony untold.
Bold he was on outward glance, the sideways glance
That other persons would surreptitiously sneak
While walking past, perchance they’d peek, to
Know more of the man, but bold the man remained.<\/p>\n
Bold, through shining face and professions of
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