Uncommonly Special

There's always the odd-ball

There’s always that one

Who’s a wee bit different

The one who marches

to a different drum

There’s always that person

Who seems indifferent

Not to all things in common

but is always uncommon in some

There’s always that dear one

Who cares not a whit

If the game’s lost or won

Who seems just a bit off-base

There’s always that unique one

who seems stranded in a daze

Who oft’times seems to be gone

in their own place in space

There’s always that ‘special’ one

who’s ‘special’ as can be

And I know in that ‘special’ way

That, that someone special

...is me...