There once was a man,
Who had a long beard,
He lived on his own,
And the folk called him weird.
He hardly went out,
Kept himself to himself,
He'd never found love,
He was left on the shelf.
But he was a kind man,
Just different you see,
He wasn't outgoing,
Like you and me,
But folk pointed fingers,
So shallow, unkind,
Suspicion takes over,
The devious mind.
Everyone's different,
Not all are the same,
Find out the reasons,
Before laying blame.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is true. Sometimes people judge quite harshly. Nice concept. Loved it.
Thank you Anil x Much appreciated.