Mystery ManA Poem by J. DavidShort poem written over coffeeHis 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 © 2016 J. David |
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Added on October 31, 2016 Last Updated on October 31, 2016 Author
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