The Man Upstairs

Dingy walls,
Dirty building,
Too many stairways
And dim lit halls;

Seedy tan suit,
Wire-rimmed glasses,
Too many empty days,
Forgotten by all.

He leaves, He returns on
Too many lifeless days;
And where does he go?
No one can really say.

He dies alone one day,
In quietness and despair;
No one really cared,
He was just the man upstairs.

Written for a contest at writing.com, March 6th, 2006