He Still Feels Like A Stranger - Poem by Francis Duggan
He still feels like a stranger in the small Country Town
And people he meet on the street they look him up and down
Though he greets them with a cheery good day as he goes walking by
To him they do show little warmth in their hello reply.
Though he has lived for six years here and he is not a snob
He still feels like an outsider he is not one of their mob
This is a closed community they look on him as not home grown
Of him you never hear them say he is one of our own.
He often does think to himself maybe the fault's with me
That I'm not a respected member of the community
Although i do go to the pub and amongst the locals enjoy a beer
True mateship with them i will never know but then i am not from here.
He is a suburban fellow and though the country lifestyle he enjoy
He will return to the suburb where he lived as a boy
He will never feel a local though not snobbish in any way
The reply is a cool hello to his cheery good day.
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