Treasure Island

Joseph Anderson

(3-12-25)

A Most Uncommon Man


I know a most uncommon man
Who now must stand alone.
The way he chose to walk life's span,
Our group would not condone.

He would not feign, rebuke or curse,
Or plant a Judas kiss.
He did not crave a jewelled purse,
But strove for inner bliss.

We never shook his hold on peace,
With lures of worldly worth.
He measured man for dignities,
Not by material girth.

His plan devoting time for thought,
Denied our banal play;
A broader, deeper life he sought,
Along his thirsting way.

He was not anchored to his perch,
By bonds of social stare.
He felt that one should ever search,
Or sink in aimless care.

A non-conforming dreamer, he
Did shun our social code;
With what we call absurdity,
He walked the lonely road.

Now, as we struggle in our rut,
I must say this to you-
If that man really was a nut,
I'll take a peck, or two.

Submitted: Sunday, August 29, 2010

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  • Vanessa Hughes (10/21/2010 1:17:00 AM)

    A brilliant, brilliant poem Joe. I have come accross your poetry as you left a comment about one of mine. This is the first one I've read, it is absolutely brilliant. I love everything it says, can't wait to read the others now! (Report) Reply

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