A STRANGER

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

I GLIMPSED A STRANGER
STROLLING ALONG A BEACH,
HANDS IN HIS POCKETS
SHELLS BELOW HIS FEET.

HIS HEAD BOWED DOWN
HE NEVER GLANCED UP,
JUST TRUDGE ON ALONE
LOOKING REALLY FED UP.

KICKING AT THE SAND
WITH EACH STEP HE TOOK,
MUTTERING DAMNATION'S
HE GAVE ME A WEARY LOOK.

AS HE PASSED ME BY
WITH A KNOWING IN HIS EYE,
I`VE SEEN THAT FACE BEFORE
HE COULD BE YOU OR I

TURK;D