there once was a man

young and handsome

who believed he rose above

he held knowledge and power

and luck surely showered

upon his comely flesh

his companions were plenty

and his lovers were many

for his smile could light up a room

weeks went by

as time began to fly

and the man

he played but the fool

living merely boastful and cruel

kindness never graced his lips

yet as his youth faded

others grew jaded

and those around

eventually found him

to contain nothing but pride

thus they left

one by one

all the years undone

till one day he woke

to no one to boast --

alone,

with no way to atone