STRANGER by EUGENE PHILLIP REED

Stranger:

There was a man, You do not know,
Who this morning, Watched you go.
As you waved, Goodbye to me,
This other man, You did not see.

His hands hold nothing, Mine hold you,
His eyes are dull, Mine shine blue.
His heart is dark, full of despair,
Mine is bright, you live there.

His arms hang limp by his side,
Mine hold you with such pride,
His days are sad without end,
Mine I plan with you to spend.

He's so unhappy, While I rejoice,
He hears nothing; I hear your voice.
From his life he gets no pleasure,
All mine I love you without measure.

He always slouches, While I stand tall,
He has nothing, I have it all.
This other man you did not see,
When you waved goodbye to me,

This other man is me, too,
It is the man I am... without you.