As I walked along the beach on a cold and windy day,
In the distance was a stranger, he was coming my way.
In the early morning light as best as I could see,
He looked ghostly pale, the closer he came to me.
His clothes were torn and tattered,
For the years had taken there toll,
He had the features of a man,
Who had lost his very soul.
He asked me where he could find happiness,
Where could he look, where could he go.
To this question I had no answer,
For the answer I did not know,
He said he once was told,
And he now knows it to be true,
Love and Happiness you must give,
Before it can come to you.
His eyes became misty as he turned to go,
I tried to speak, but I could not do so.
For I was filled with remorse for things in days gone by,
Things known only to me and this lonely passerby.
As I watched him walk away,down the shore by the Sea,
This vision was no stranger,
For the stranger was "ME".

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