Where I Live To Many

Where i live to many mine remains a stranger's face To them i am one from a far away place Our accents not similar though our language the same Yet with them little in common i share of which i could name I never do tell them that i do write rhyme As most of them would dismiss such a hobby as a waste of time I live in my own way and do my own thing And i leave it to them their own praises to sing I am not one who is community minded i have come to realize Life can be lonely for those who do not socialize Since from there i have been many Seasons away In the place where i came from i may feel a stranger today But suppose life is what we make out of it is true to say With me anyhow it is surely this way.