Some people might think we are concentric,
Our actions and motions could be thought of as eccentric.
Everyone is different but everyone plays a part,
In the journey of life, we all give our hearts.

Be it the man in the local café,
Or the lady who visits often for a latte.
The young lad with the scruffy shoes,
Or the girl who often struggles to choose.

The animals in the countryside,
The farmer who walks along beside.
The rabbits and the butterflies,
Going about their business and the animals that hide.

So, all our eccentricities,
Contribute to all our intricacies.
The mind is so hard to understand,
But we all try to comprehend.

Is it fun to be eccentric?
Does it mean we are pedantic?
Does it mean we are so different?
Or just defined as specific.

Is standing out from the rest so bad?
Or is the fun better than the best we have had?
How do you earn the eccentric label?
Or is the term a fable?

We all play a different role in life,
Whether it’s a banker, a nurse or a good wife.
How we define ourselves, and want to be known,
For some of us, life gets us down.

Some of us in life, strive for more,
Maybe wishing and hoping to be adored.
Some of us are just happy as we are,
Having travelled the distance and knowing how far.

So is being eccentric really so bad,
To be a little different to be the party cad.
All of us are so unique, so special,
Just a thought from me to you.

Are we both eccentric?
Or are we just doing as we do?
In life there needs to be those that can make us laugh
To stand there just being a little daft.

Written in response to the Brew and Spew cafe word of the week – eccentric

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