Poem: A Unique Person, a Unique Life
She exists
in a different direction
from all the others.
Anticlockwise
instead of like the all the rest.
they say she is contrary
odd, strange and weird
unorthodox
thinks outside the box.
Marches to a different drummer.
She shows up to the opera
in pastel pink
and tennis shoes
with bows in her hair
She dances
with little skill
but no less enthusiasm.
She isn't 'normal':
she's gone widdershins
a loony
but she lives life
on her terms
and will stay that way.
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