The Man Without Teeth

Every human being should be worthy of note The man without teeth is a marvellous poet And yet he remains as a stranger to renown One who tramps on the country roads from town to town. Gray haired and shabbily dressed in his early fifties he seems rather shy An innocent person he would not harm a fly Unpublished and far too bashful to recite The beautiful readable poetry he write. One can say of him with words he has a way A natural wordsmith he writes every day He always acknowledge those him who do greet Though his smile from his mouth shows his absence of teeth. In his early fifties of no fixed abode The man without teeth is a man of the road A homeless poor fellow his roof is the sky But there is more to him than does meet the eye.