Outsider Poem by Robert Sheridan

Outsider



No personal acquaintances
I am a stranger in all towns
Like poverty, I’m not wanted
Not privy, or party to any act
To my family – considered
inhospitable, a malcontent
Oft times called, “Alien”,
or “Foreigner” – get back;
Have been told that I am
“Different”, an “Odd-Ball”
Now I’ve been estranged,
a hitherto – an unknown
Now I’m reserved and
quite distant – just call
me “Nowhere Man.”

‘2008’

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
R H 24 May 2008

A mixture of Camus' 'The Outsider' and The Beatles' Nowhere Man' slipped into my mind on reading this expressive piece. There are those who want to stand out from the crowd and there are those that want to blend in and there are those that stand out from the crowd because they don't fit in... bottom line we are all individuals...some people just refuse to accept that. j.

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