They Wish For To Keep Me A Stranger Poem by Francis Duggan

His lover she does look attractive with wavy shoulder length hair of brown
They walk hand in hand in the sunshine along the main street of the town
He wears a tight fitting vest for to display his huge biceps his body language says look at me
Oh to be young healthy and muscular in the prime of life twenty three
The type of bloke some women go for one might say in quite a big way
Him and his girlfriend so full of each other to none they do bid a good day
Is it love or mutual infatuation why ask an old cynic like me
I look for the ego in some others and what we look for we do see
I said hello to them a few times but my greeting went without reply
Now when I meet them I do not say good day to them in silence I do pass them by
They live near me yet we are strangers and though them I often do meet
They never even do glance my way as they walk hand in hand down the street
To them now I do feel indifferent as they are indifferent to me
And they wish for to keep me a stranger though I'm one they often do see.