Come home they said,
In nostalgic pull, Returned
From which once was fled

Cast afar from the herd,
Stranded and wandering
Was the one of himself,
Kept solemn and stern.

Wise like the hills,
Dignified like the trees;
His breathe spoke of wind
And mind open as day.

Sat a ghost of society,
Yet alive like no other.
Garden fresh, he ate like a king.
Crisp, the gods and skies cried for his thirst!


He was truly unornamented
And lived of simple antiquity.
Honest and genuine,
He had no one to impress.

He was bound free
And breathed of air deep.
He worked like a slave
Yet rested like a King.

This is the person you ignored;
The one that passed you by.
He is of no one on the outside
Yet holds a Kingdom of no other, secretly inside..