A Stranger I've Become

A stranger I've become,
In a familiar place.
Gone is a graciousness.
And overnight...
Gone are the smiling faces.

A stranger I've become,
To feelings once enchanted.
With ideals and possibilities,
That seem too foreign to exist...
With the presence of indignities.

A stranger I've become,
And today I'm getting use to welcoming this.
I am getting use to having memories,
From a time I knew had existed.
And few today as I grow older and gray,
Seem to have gone, disappeared...
With similar memories on their minds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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