Walking Memory Of Lost Love Poem by April Record

I wrote this poem for a project in English. It does have a pattern.

There's a man who's remembered by many,
A man who's loved by few.
So unknown and mysterious,
Quiet as the morning dew.

He walks the town
Everyone stares
He's been nothing to anyone
So no one cares..

One day everything changes
The town is falling apart ever so slowly
They need someone new
Someone to help them quickly.

A man who's loved by few soon becomes,
A man who's wanted by many.
He works to repair the corruption
Soon he's loved by plenty!

To this very day,
His ghost walks the town
He's seen by no one again
As he walks beyond sundown.

There will always be a memory
Those who saw him remember his face
Never to have forgotten his name
And his right tobe in this town, his place.