Rob <br />is a slob, <br />they say. <br />Doesn't have a job, <br />they say. <br />Never cuts his hair, <br />they say. <br />Too lazy <br />to get out of his own way, <br />they say. <br /> <br />But they're wrong, you know. <br /> <br />Rob <br />is OK. <br />He feeds the birds <br />(gives them names) , <br />potters about <br />his tumbledown house <br />contemplating <br />(ruefully) <br />the jobs <br />he'll never finish. <br />Sits quietly <br />strumming his banjo <br />listening to his voices. <br /> <br />Rob <br />is happy. <br /> <br />An unlikely contemplative <br />whose wild and woolly hair <br />belies a thoughtful soul, <br />destined <br />to leave <br />a gentle footprint <br />on the planet.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unlikely-contemplative/
