Perhaps because I live in seclusion,
Never fit in with the crowd,
Seemingly left, a false illusion,
Must be inherently endowed.
Long this life accompanied me,
Started, back in school,
Favored alone, simple and free,
Chose, to ignore the rule.
Met old timers along the way,
Moved quietly out to a farm,
Found my home, passed the day,
Repairing a neglected old barn.
Work deliberately and steady,
Until the job’s done,
To help another, always ready,
Into, the setting sun.
Always a project, lying in wait,
What else to do with my time?
Imagination, striving to create,
Mountains waiting to climb.
So this is what life is all about,
Everyday starts fresh and clean,
Ne’er-ending plans, to carry out,
Accepting my portion; life’s routine
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