Ode to an unhappy man

He reads for wisdom, but knows not how to apply it to his life.
He prays for grace, but has little to share with his fellows.
He eats as though each meal were his last; his stomach aches, his pants don't fit.
He sits alone of a night, flipping through channels.
He hoards and stockpiles against a time of want or need.
His sleep is short and broken.
He fears the onset of old age, and laments no heart to love.
He hides his loneliness because pride won't permit.
He speaks without forethought, wounding without heed.
He had friends but he drove them away, one by one.