he wandered there a lonely man,
along each broad causeway.
and every hand that helped him up,
the other slipped away.
his arm by you was hard too pull,
while currants warm abound.
he wandered there a lonely man,
and now he's there too stay.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-wandered-there-a-lonely-man/