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Knowing Harold

Harold is the best
popular at work, with friends
people greet him at the door
because of laughter that he sends

all the kids run and jump up
to hug Harold around his neck
he always speaks to strangers
he works as a computer tech

everybody loves Harold
he helps anyone he can
always smiling and joking around
the class clown, a comedic man

I see him leave out
with a buggy full of food to share
Harold weighs 350 pounds
but seems to be without a care.

He is caring and kind
oblivious to those who make fun
we talk as he gets off work
when his day is done

and by the majority
it is not known
that Harold always
goes home alone.

Christmas Eve, he sits at the table
looks at the wall and cries
no one sees him dying
wanting love, though he denies

no one understands
no one hears him shout
he turns the tree lights off
and blows his brains out.

And no one comes to visit
when he doesn't show up for work
shocked when they find the truth
Harold never showed his hurt.

And I don't understand why
we all have our own ways to go
and we never stop to think
there's a friend we may not know.