The Misfit
I am my own most vociferous critc;
questioning what I do or say;
my mind; like my body; somewhat arthritic;
I’m swimming in arthritic decay.
When I was young; I rarely seemed to fit in;
although, I’m ashamed to admit;
I was extremely short, and exceptionally thin;
I was an outsider; a misfit.
Although I was smart; I was often unwise;
enemies came; disguised as a friend;
I discovered that it was difficult to surmise;
betrayal was often hiding round the bend.
I always had others best interests at heart;
thinking they viewed me the same;
eventually, I realized that wasn’t very smart;
my naivety made me fair game.
I tried my very best to always be there;
for I deeply cared about one and all;
I learned, the hard way, the world isn’t fair;
and circumstance caused me to fall.
This misfit somehow just refused to learn;
most others thought less of me; for it;
all good deeds; brought me little in return;
after all; I was just a lonely old misfit.
The Master saw loneliness in the soul;
love was needed to fulfill it;
who was better qualified to fill this role;
than a lonely old poet; the misfit.
Monty 11/4/24. # 2,424