One man, here lonely he stands
his mind wanders to far distant lands
for there he is happy and at peace with himself
and here where he is he pittys himself
and only a few will please
and his heart is for them to seize
until that time here lonely he stands
dreaming a dream of far different lands
good one .
I like the way youplayed with the order of the words in this poem. Nice work!
It sounds lame, but I can just say that I really liked this poem!!! ***-Jean