I was not born and raised where I live now and I see myself as an outsider <br />But I'm not the parochial type and my horizons are wider <br />My Homeland many miles away but perhaps I won't be returning <br />To my boyhood haunts for to grow old I have lost all the yearning. <br /> <br />Perhaps in my Hometown today many might not recognize me <br />And if I felt a stranger there then that would not surprise me <br />The boy back when I left is now a man and he too like the swallow <br />Has gone off to another shore he too has dreams to follow. <br /> <br />And what's an outsider one might ask it can be a self label <br />That some people put upon themselves those not willing or able <br />To seek or find acceptance in a new town or city <br />And by putting such labels on ourselves are we looking for pity? <br /> <br />The Land I came from far north of here and the climate there far colder <br />And in this sunburnt Southern Land I have grown gray and older <br />And though I've lived for many years in the place I'm sort of an outsider <br />But I'm not the parochial kind my horizons are wider.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-an-outsider/
