Poor Oliver

Poor Oliver

Long, long ago in a distant time and place
One with a kindled kindness of kindred kind heart
Moved from the shadowy existence
Into the bright light of community.
And though he was a kind soul,
There lurked within his psyche a laggard spirit
That plagued him.
His simple realm attested to the sad spirit that possessed him,
And he was beset by the meddlesome ways of those who would take advantage.
As he traveled the tortuous path that was his lot in life,
And as he plodded through life,
Though all the world be infectiously infatuated with impassioned delight,
He saw no joy for he was not gifted.
He was cast down,
Scorned,
And at times pitied,
But never welcomed or acknowledged.
Yesterday he lay down,
And there upon a dirty piece of cloth...
He died.
Only the filth and the vermin noted his passing.
While the world outside his hovel
Sang, lifted their glasses, and celebrating their life,
Nary a tear was shed for poor Oliver

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Laggard...Meddlesome...Tortuous

And the required lines: kindled kindness of kindred kind heart
and: infectiously infatuated with impassioned delight