Passerby Poem by Eric The Viking

Oh passerby, passerby
I know who you are passerby
You’re a doctor, a lawyer, a Sunday school teacher
You’re the mechanic that everyone trusts,
A peddler, a criminal, a squatter in the gutter
You’re the rich that flaunts their money

Oh passerby, I know who you are
You’re terminally ill and wearing a smile
The blue collar worker making an honest pay
You’re a golden soul as bright as day
You’re a creature behind tempting eyes
And you’re the wife of a man that lies

Oh passerby, passerby
I know who you are passerby
I know who you are but betwixt to who am I