The Outsider

THE OUTSIDER Frank Halliwell The coffee's packed, and sugar too.... (I DID forget the cup!) It looks like that should be the lot... I'm off before sunup! Computer programs as a gift For those that share my lust, For such it is, as writers know, We write because we must! A month to plan the big week-end And maps to find the way As dawn first streaks the eastern sky It's up, up and away! The longest trip I've driven for some Twenty years or so, Through country that I'd heard about But never got to know. Why have I travelled all this way To join this happy throng? Why have I let a shyness Turn a right day into wrong? They gather here and there in groups Five hundred miles from home. There's happy laughter everywhere! Why do I feel alone? Unrealistic it would be to Wish a big brass band But maybe just the token Of a warm and friendly hand! Far to the south and waiting Are my friends: beyond all doubt! My welcome: sure and joyous there! ...I guess I'll head on out ***