One From A Far Town

I do not covet their wives or wish them harm in any way But they ignore me never do say good day Just a quick glance in passing me they look up and down To them I'm astranger one from a far town To know of their community I will never be part I do understand and will not take to heart To them I'm a stranger not part of their scene As a local by them I will never be seen I feel like a strange wolf amongst the wolf pack I say hello to them but few say hello back Their trust I try to get but their trust I can't gain And amongst them as one from a far town I'll remain Reminds me of an old poem by Harold Monro That I read in my school book many decades ago.