Look! A man is standing yonder,
Standing firmly, but alone
With a plan as bold as thunder;
He, our group would not condone.
His plan bids him never tarry
With our lures of worldly worth;
So his dreams will never parry
Visions of material girth.
To our church he ne'er comes dwelling,
Yet his morals show a care;
Though the streets of vice keep swelling
They are not his thoroughfare.
There is fullness brewed from thinking
That denies our casual play;
From this broth he is found drinking
Oft, along his thirsting way.
Past the walls that bind a percher
O'er our walls of social stare,
His faith bids him be a searcher,
Ere he sink in aimless care.
We may never change his manner,
Though he shuns our social code;
For this most uncommon planner
Walks so firmly down his road.
A most unusual man-1958
The wonder and beautiful mystery of each human being an individual. Such a great poem here. I love this one.
A wonderful descriptive poem of a loner going his own way in life, so much said in the last line alone Walks so firmly down his road, such good writing Sir.
A most poignant description of a social misfit, or hermit thinker. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poetic write in a dairy page.... He's no loner, even he thought like that he is still with everyone but just far in distant...the soul is near than body can embrace, that's all...He's not a loner. Nice write sir! ! ! ! ! ! _Unwritten Soul