The Story that Can't Be True!

I was born and had many to love,
And was loved and cared for,
And was listened and sought for,
 And was given a chance more!

I had friends who wanted me,
At times they really needed one,
They were still there, when no one
Else would lend their ears or hear me!

I had tongues to talk to birds, when
They stopped by just to listen me!
And had a heart to feel it, when
The breeze from north consoled me!

I was a poet, renowned and read,
Who could melt his pain in words,
And could heal his wounds by his words,
To make his ways good to proceed.

I had my nights which never ended,
Which left me to me and my peace.
I was happy when the sun was up,
Until it was led to that eternal peace!