Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


A Stranger


Fame has passed me by and me did not embrace
And I'm a stranger where I live and mine is a strange face
To people of the town that I meet every day
We pass each other by without a word to say
About the weather or plain greeting words strangers use when they greet
Going by that I must be strange a stranger on my street
As a stranger in the town there's none stranger than me
And a stranger to myself is all I'll ever be
The problems that I have I try to solve them on my own
A stranger to myself and to others an unknown
Have you too felt this way has fame too passed you by
For fame seems to ignore the people who are shy
A stranger on your street none to you say hello
A stranger to yourself and your neighbours you do not know.

Submitted: Thursday, July 10, 2008

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