When such men fall

A lonely man superior to us all
As he describes himself in his own words
It is no accident when such men fall

Around himself he built an iron wall
Too thin for perching of the singing birds
A lonely man superior to us all

There seemed to be no door where one might call
No telephone was answered, if he heard
It is no accident when such men fall

His pain was such, if seen it would appal
He hid it with his feelings, none recalled.
A lonely man superior to us all

We observed no more than he was pale
His blood had stopped, dried up by constant boils
It is no accident when such men fail

He did not love as he feared love’s sharp trials
But hell itself was less sour than his bile
A lonely man, superior to us all
It is no accident when such men fall