He suffers from a rare condition <br />advanced and chronic erudition <br />There was no end to what he knew <br />and every day learnt something new. <br /> <br />He learnt at a prodigious rate <br /> it seemed almost impossible <br /> and never did he hesitate <br />or seem to be uncomfortable. <br /> <br />Consultants came from far and wide <br /> to study this phenomenon <br /> and went away dissatisfied. <br />He just ignored them, carried on. <br /> <br />He could converse in ancient Greek <br />write poetry in Arabic. <br />In all the world he was unique. <br /> A savant or a lunatic? <br /> <br />Assembled experts disagree <br />on whether it’s a malady. <br />Requiring treatment urgently <br />or should they simply wait and see. <br /> <br />Though none have the ability <br /> to treat or even diagnose. <br />But still they wrangle bitterly <br />They can’t admit that no one knows. <br /> <br />They all dispersed and went their ways. <br /> He never noticed they had gone <br />he has enough to fill his days. <br /> He much prefers to be alone <br /> <br />to think deep thoughts he cannot share <br />because nobody could debate. <br />Although he finds this hard to bear <br />he’s used to being isolate. <br /> <br />26-Feb-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oddity-for-friend-thad/
