Since to be one of a tribe he has never shown the desire
He is one that most do find hard to admire
Like a bird without a flock he is one on his own
And apart from all others in his ways he has grown
Yet his neighbour aged pensioner Mrs Watt of him says he is caring and kind
And that better than he is would be hard to find
He trims her hedge for her and her garden does weed
And only accepts minimum wages he is not one of greed
One who never does crave any sort of renown
He will never become the toast of the town
The praises of anyone he never does sing
He lives in his own way and he does his own thing
But his aged neighbour poor Mrs Watt does emphatically state
That than him as a person there is none quite so great.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
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