In The Busy Big Town

On the sidewalks many people walk up and down
I am a stranger in the busy big town
Of few happy faces where few say hello
The big town where many come to and from go
In big industrial towns where many reside
There in an abundance of parochial pride
Where the locals without meaning for to be rude
From their social lives non locals tend to exclude
Where every face to you is a stranger's face
In such a surrounding one feels out of place
And where you are a stranger in everyone's eyes
The emptiness of loneliness you come to realize
A town where many stop in passing each day
But a town where few strangers do wish for to stay.