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I met a lovely odd fellow on line a few nights ago and he up to begin regaling to me his shockingly sad history. He grew up in an orphanage in India and he spoke of the abuse he received by the age of 9 from a supposed good middle aged widow who wanted to help the misfortunate. He ran away from that lady's home before puberty and lived on the streets working and trying to survive. He found work during the day when he got up in his mid to late teens and did that in the mornings and went to school at night in many different venues slowly building himself a viable education. He was alone for many years due to having no family and the caste system still then alive and well in India. at 27 he found himself living next door to another widowed but much younger lady and over the course of a handful of years they became gradual friends and he proposed to her she said yes they married two years after that. Had one year of happy marriage and she was suddenly killed in a terrible car accident. He told me that was in 2002 and he has been alone every since. He was able to  secure for himself a home of his own and two businesses he owns that supply him with a steady income as well as a degree in mechanical engineering but still he is alone. I could not imagine such aloneness in my whole entire life. I thought of all those who supported me family and friends alike and how for many years of my life though I may have felt somewhat alone I truly never was. My heart was touched by his tragic tale of his life told so matter of factly and I knew I would write a poem about what he was telling me. This is the poem that came to me to make its debut. I hope my explanation has helped to make the poem smoother to digest. Enjoy. Oh and Sanjay, my new Friend, this poem is for you...........