Ode To Thy Local Lunatic Poem by Jiggi Gwari

You see him walking down the street in a jovial gait,
sometimes looking at the creation in a seemingly eternal wait.
Few can discern what he says about the unknown,
many call it mindless blather but his musings are his own.
He doesn't give a thought to others judgement and opinions.
He stands out even in a crowd of millions.
No care for his fate,
be it in heaven or hell.
What being he was in his former days nobody can tell.
The Devils and the Angels are all equal in his eyes,
maybe pointing towards a divine reprise.
They all say he belongs in a mental asylum,
with the rest of his kind.
But while the world fight over petty issues,
he doesn't pay them any mind.
Well all call him mad,
but sometimes in his eyes I see pity,
and I can't help but think to myself,
maybe he is the happiest man to be.