One of my personal favorite poems. It took me back a bit when I first read it in middle school but a lesson that was taught by my mom and reenforced by this poem–
You never know what inner demons a person is losing to unless you are willing to ask.
It’s a sad poem but cautionary tale of the greatest among us are suffering more than we know. Even the so call lease and normal ones. I guess it’s better to actually be a friend than an admirer from afar eh?
Especially in these days of social distancing and isolation.
Here is Edwin Arlington Robinson’s classic called “Richard Cory”
Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
KG Bethlehem 
Is he the same Richard Cory that Dylan sang about?
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Good question. Maybe. I know Paul Simon wrote a song about him. I think I heard of the Richard Cory project by Bob Dylan but I’m not too sure.
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Starts with “They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this old town, with political connections etc etc.”
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Oh. Well it’s the poem then.
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You’re right it was a sad poem. It reminds of an old saying, “Don’t judge a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes.” 🙂
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Agreed. A lesson that needs to be learn stating at an early age.
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Yes indeed it does…
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