Francis Duggan

A Fringe Dwelling Man - Poem by Francis Duggan

One without a tribe and one without a clan
He is what one might call a fringe dwelling man
In the prime of his life yet to many not known
He does not have friends one always on his own
He does not play tennis or cricket or golf or football
In fact sport it does not interest him at all
He never goes to the pub where the locals meet to socialize
The house that to most local scandals to gives rise
He did have a girl friend for a brief time span
Till she fell in love with another young man
But he does not miss her since he had become aware
That little in common they did have to share
His main interest in life is making art out of clay
A talent that earns him his living pay.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 19, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 20, 2016

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