Mystery Man

Short poem written over coffee

His name is mystery man,

Because his identity is now in his history

Gone but not forgotten, like the joy of lovers long lost

He relished in the company of his thoughts

For the way others viewed him means more than the view from himself

And the ideas in is mind were worth more than the opinions of those who would look down upon him

For being different means to be seen differently,

So best to let others see him as a mystery than let them see his misery

For his name is mystery man,

Who wished his identity stayed and his history was long forgotten