The Respected Man

There the he stands,
Respected for all that he represents;
But for all the regard,
He is not accepted,
But stands apart,
Isolated for an unseen cause,
Respect not equating to love
Or interaction.
His presence is appreciated,
Though rarely desired,
Except to perform his duties.
He enters, all exit;
He comes, all go.
Try as he might,
His isolation continues,
Each day worsening,
As respect crescendos,
And acceptance diminishes.
He does not belong.
Will he ever belong? Ω