The Wayfaring Stranger

One stodgy meal was all I ever made for you. I present a bad picture of you to others. You spend new year's eve with the children of solicitors. You have always done what you wanted. Your manner somehow allows you to do it. I don't know how you achieve it. You looked out for me for a while. You find others more exciting. You were very kind to me. You kept your distance. I'm not sure why I do what i do. You don't know either. I don't know you. When I wrote that I felt substandard. You wouldn't write anything like that. You've never had time for subsistence living. You can get away with it. That's what I resent most of all.