A poem - The Stranger

Isn’t it neat, The people you meet
In a wind tortured field, Or out in the street
People with happy faces, They've seen some good places
But others seem cold, And turn themselves old
Some seem deranged, The world had them changed
And some seem confused, They don't follow rules
But who says they're wrong? To sing they're own song
I won't step on they're dreams, Or say they don't belong
So be wary of strangers, But hear what they say
For they may be a burden, Or they may brighten your day!

T.C. LEWIS
C 1987 Traverse City, MI