End of an Existence

Where is the loner who studied here,
I cannot find him anywhere.
On society's edge he could be found,
But he kept not his gaze upon the ground.
His voice rang out both strong and clear,
When he thought no one else could hear,
His songs of desperation,
When he viewed his fallen aspirations,
By others his life was deemed absurd,
He seemed obsessed with the written word,
He loved to surround himself with mystery,
While taking up the study of history.
I will not hide the truth my friend,
His life at last has had its end.
His books are closed, his lessons done,
His face at last has seen the Son.
His life was filled with many dreams,
Although some be unfulfilled it seems,
On every day he tried his best
To achieve excellence; that was his quest.
His life was full, his time well spent,
We do not wonder where his days went.
Now in the words of the one thus gone,
Let me assure you, "Life will go on."