Of Patience And Irony

For seven decades he walked unknown.
By very few eyes was he ever seen.
It was not a fault that made him alone;
a kinder soul there has never been.
Though many of life's goals he did fulfill,
he was still a prisoner of defeat.
He had not charisma among his skill,
and his soul-mate he had yet to meet.
But invisible he would not always be;
Fate would not give him such an end.
A woman whose eyes for once did see
this man, and became more than his friend.
But after they met, the man soon was dead
while cruel Fate laughed alongside his bed.