Manford, In The Cave

Manford was the happiest man that I have ever known He was the man that lived in a cave all alone, Never did I see him worry or hear him cry He was indeed the luckiest man alive. He always stayed the way that he wanted to be And he would never change for either you or me His dreams and wishes they stayed the same He was how he wanted to be every night and day. Manford was the man in the cave that lived all alone Never once did he cry or did he ever moan He never did lie in the world of his that he had made And that is where he lived and enjoyed and stayed. He never had anyone because no one wanted him Except for the visits by the rain and the wind He stayed where he is destined to grow old and live And he never does take, so he never does give. Manford was known as the man who lived all alone The clothes on his back is all that he owns Nothing else does he need in the world that he made And that is how he believes every night and day. He daily sits in his cave and stares at the sun Everybody has someone he thinks, but he has no one Occasionally he will reminisce so he will sit and smile But, then he will blink his eyes, he will forget for a while. Manford lived in his cave until the day that he died He gave all, but received nothing so he sat and cried No one ever cared the way that he did care He knew not how to give or even how to share. Sitting all alone he lived the way that he wanted to live People kept their problems in a bowl, he kept his in a sieve Manford lived his life without ever being anyone's slave He was known as the crazy man who lived alone in his cave. Randy L. McClave