(I wrote this to describe what might possibly happen to people who only think about themselves and no one else.) 

One man cannot be an island,

Surrounded in a sea of life's problems,

With no one to call on for help.

You cannot shun your family and friends,

Pushing aside those which love you,

And expect to make it in this world.

Life's odds are much too enormous,

For one man to conquer on his own.

You need more than just your foolish pride,

And the arrogant traits which you possess,

To survive in this ever-changing world,

Often so cruel and so unforgiving.

One man must have a helping hand,

To get him through those difficult times.

But if your stubborn ways persist,

Continuing in those selfish attempts,

To cast aside the ones who care, 

One man will be left alone,

To suffer in his agony.

Living a life of contempt for others,

Dying a death with many regrets.

Buried in an unmarked grave,

No one weeps at your funeral.