Nothing In Common To Share

With him i have nothing in common to share And that of me he feels the same i am all too aware Whenever we meet we have little to say Except good morning or good evening or hello or good day. He is a good person in every way Works hard for to support his wife and his children and his taxes he does pay Yet he does have little in common with me And we look at life one might say differently His views on life are quite different to mine And with the town's aspirational he wine and dine Among the social climbing class he is well known Perhaps of that one can say to each their own Sometimes i do see him in the park or the street Just a hello in passing whenever we meet So little in common we do have to share In the World we live in such things are not rare.