The Unfinished Idea
	-------------------

	I met a man, or kinda did.
	I saw him on the street.
	Dressed he was in finest knit.
	But never did we meet.

	So knowing naught, my mind did churn.
	I thought I knew his tale.
	I imagined him a new world man.
	Versed and trained at Yale.

	He surely had the finest house.
	And manners fit for court.
	An eye for beauty and for right.
	A man of wealth and sport.

	But surely this is folly's drill!
	And now I understand.
	For all the good he may possess.
	Yet still he's but a man.