They loved him not

Oh how they loved him
They watched and admired his face
Though they really didn't know him
They loved him in any case

As the days turned to weeks
And then to months and years
They saw that he was really weak
They knew he was succumbing to his fears

One day they didn't see him here
They scratched their heads but kept going
Little did they wonder why he wasn't here
Because they knew he got to where he was going

The headstone had said
'Little of life is used, yet much is lost'
Much like the thoughts that were in his head
'Life is pointless, since I am not worth my cost'