He thought he was above them all,

so he relished making them feel small.

His head held high, he walked through the world,

In his heart, much anger swirled.

The hard earned cash sitting cold in his pocket,

his personal reputation crashed like a faulty rocket.

Failing gave him so much fright,

he just assumed that, what he was doing, must be right.

The mirror hanging on the wall,

his reflection handsome, proud and tall.

Now, on lockdown day number four-

he decided he can’t stand himself anymore.

His heart is empty and feeling cold,

all of a sudden he realises, he too will get old.

He never felt, alone like this before-

and now felt shaken to his deepest core.

So he picked up a pen and started writing a letter,

to each of those he hurt, so he could start feeling better.

In solitude his pride got lost,

allowing his heart to slowly defrost.