A Noteworthy Notion

There is a faint chatter very far off and distant Doth my ears deceive me? This intonation cannot simply be so persistent Like a vastitude of rattling leaves in a halcyon tree By this I am disposed to pursue such clamor In doing so, I am overwhelmed with much anticipation And stroll onward in a much troubled manner To only discover a man in anxious prostration I curiously ask, “Sir, what is the matter?” As the man gradually rose to his feet He said, “They all think I’m crazy, a mere mad-hatter” The man was a philosopher, surely discreet A lesson I did learn, to bear fruits that are good And to truly be great, is to be misunderstood