I tramp the streets of the city of York <br />Walking down the ways, I've walked before <br />For so many years, the same old route <br />Never changing or altering by so much as a foot <br />Though people pass me by, they never see me <br />But I can see them so very clearly <br />So totally wrapped up in their everyday lives <br />Yet young children stop and stare, eyes wide <br />Dogs bark or growl softly, cats run away <br />I suppose I must seem frightening, I don't know why <br />When I enter a tavern, I'm still ignored <br />If I sit down beside someone <br />They don't acknowledge me or <br />Offer to buy me a drink <br />I no longer know where my friends have gone <br />I'm the ghost of a Roman soldier, <br />Lost in the city of York<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/city-of-york/
