Everyman and Me

Everyman and Me

Lines on his face are etched
As he stumbled and retched
A vile and contemptible man
Scorned on every hand
For rancor fills his very soul
His heart is black as a lump of coal
He has no valor to raise his standing
But a spirit that is harsh and demanding
Friendship, a thing to be discarded
Needed only by the faint hearted
Everlasting he will be
For he is like the sands of the sea
He is Everyman
Standing among the masses in the land
His faceless form of despair
We see everywhere
Yet, we pass him by
And his existence we deny
For there is a deep seated fear that he
May one day be me

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Retched...Vile...Rancor...Valor...Friendship...Everlasting