Oddity For Friend Thad Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

He suffers from a rare condition
advanced and chronic erudition
There was no end to what he knew
and every day learnt something new.

He learnt at a prodigious rate
it seemed almost impossible
and never did he hesitate
or seem to be uncomfortable.

Consultants came from far and wide
to study this phenomenon
and went away dissatisfied.
He just ignored them, carried on.

He could converse in ancient Greek
write poetry in Arabic.
In all the world he was unique.
A savant or a lunatic?

Assembled experts disagree
on whether it’s a malady.
Requiring treatment urgently
or should they simply wait and see.

Though none have the ability
to treat or even diagnose.
But still they wrangle bitterly
They can’t admit that no one knows.

They all dispersed and went their ways.
He never noticed they had gone
he has enough to fill his days.
He much prefers to be alone

to think deep thoughts he cannot share
because nobody could debate.
Although he finds this hard to bear
he’s used to being isolate.

26-Feb-08