Embrace and hug the odd ball Maverick,
Then let him go and free to take his leap;
T’s is wise to ignore what makes a fellow tick
Or why he simply will not follow sheep.
Embrace and hug the stubborn Heretik.
And hold for naught his anathema’s taint
Today he’s spurned and scorned, and gets the stick;
Tomorrow he will be declared a saint.
Join eulogies and the panegyric
Fool Harlequin, John Doe, or Don Quixote,
But mind the stuffed-shirt, bluenose and the prig
That passionless knows neither cold nor hot.
And keep away of bumptious rhetoric
That will not let your little candle burn,
But sermonizing tries to dowse its wick
The things that man by his own sweat must learn.
I like your poem if possible can I get your approval to use it as part of my class project.
Thanks.