(Poem 147 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Frank is very philosophical,
though I doubt he would agree.
His views on life are complex,
but his conscience remains free.

I usually enjoy our conversations,
though I don’t always understand.
His mind works in counterpoints;
his theories can be quite grand.

I think he wants justice to exist,
but he knows that’s a stretch.
It bothers him that evil prevails,
yet he feels pity for the wretch.

His spirit is buoyed by hopefulness,
though his mind is a critic at heart.
Frankly, I’ve never met anyone else
who I can say is half as smart.

@Home Studio – 147^th poem of the year