A hermit I did find A hermit with a hermit’s plan Of hermit notions and hermit mind I will recall for you what I can Your attention is repayment in-kind Let me introduce, this hermit hearted man
This jester void of rhythm and rhyme This hallowed-out hermit friend Bespoke like a rigid and reclusive mime Who knew not how to pretend That he did not fear the time To him allotted, with only himself to tend
A peculiar host was he And what I found peculiar most Was his strange anxiety That he wore like a scar, almost A scathing scar, I could see The sort you burry, not boast
It wasn’t a visible scar On this hermit’s healthy cheek That one could see from near or afar But it wounded and rendered him weak A scar on his soul, untended, ajar That left this hermit too strained to speak