One of my personal favorite poems. It took me back a bit when I first read it in middle school but a lesson that was taught by my mom and reenforced by this poem–
You never know what inner demons a person is losing to unless you are willing to ask.
It’s a sad poem but cautionary tale of the greatest among us are suffering more than we know. Even the so call lease and normal ones. I guess it’s better to actually be a friend than an admirer from afar eh?
Especially in these days of social distancing and isolation.
Here is Edwin Arlington Robinson’s classic called “Richard Cory”