David Lessard


The Hermit - Poem by David Lessard

The hermit shares with no one,
the gifts that he has found;
he treasures solitude,
on this, his measured ground,
protecting with fierce wrath,
those who sneak around.
BE OFF WITH YOU he shouts,
to a vacant plot of land,
he's the only one who sees,
where no one else can stand,
he lives in a universe,
that only he thinks grand.
He sings a rhyme to nobody,
he laughs at his own jokes,
on Saturday he takes his bath,
and in his tub, he soaks,
he's content to be alone,
without any other blokes.
He's half mad and silly,
but don't get in his way,
if you offend his senses,
why then, he'll make you pay,
and he'll not change for others,
tomorrow or today.
The hermit shares with no one,
he's in a world; his own,
with the mind of just a child,
though he is full-grown,
he lives for just himself,
and has nothing to atone.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 22, 2014



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