Little he was, the smallest of small
No one ever heard his call
He felt so alone
Always in his zone
Eternal was his search on and on
He would never stop until it was done
For even if the result was bad
The journey was all that he had
Finally he met a girl upon high
She was so fine he gave a sigh
"Hello" he said with a cry
Sadly she just walked on by
He waved after, used to the pain
Picking up pieces in the rain
Time slowly ticked its way
He left the situation where it lay
Started a new routine
Never thought about where he'd been
He worked and toiled
Creativity from him boiled
Famous he became
But he was no longer the same
Girls around him flocked
But all of them he mocked
"Leave me be
I want to be free"
He cried at night
Keeping out of sight
Work became insane
He had to use a cane
Health he had none
His body was done
At last he was lost
The fame had a cost
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