The Loner Poem by Francis Duggan

He walks the by-road that is lit by moonlight
As he sings his way home in the still of the night
A man in his fifties his hair silver gray
And surely he has known a far better day.

Though talented and clever and very well read
Some who know him say he is not right in the head
That he seems quite strange rather withdrawn and shy
And he sings when the moon it is full in the sky.

He has never fathered children and he lives on his own
And he doesn't have friends and by few he is known
He never threatens others and he does his own thing
And what in the moonlight if he chooses to sing?

Even to his neighbours he never does have much to say
And a loner he will be till his life's last day
But that is his business to live how he choose
If alone in the bar-room he drinks his own booze.

Quite shy as a child he has stayed much the same
'The Loner' for him is his local nick-name
He does not own a motor bike or a motor car
And he sings on the by-road walking home from the bar.