I Wandered Lonely In The Crowd Poem by Denis Martindale

I'm not the sort that folks embrace,
If they've got hugs to spare,
Nor have I fans who fondly chase,
For I'm not debonair...
It's not that folks seem mean or cruel,
Like everyone's a fraud,
It's just that I'm invisible...
So no-one's overawed...

While I don't have a charming face
That causes girls to stare,
I wander round from place-to-place,
Yet no-one seems to care...
High Street or Low Street, shop or mall,
My faith won't be restored,
I'm not a chap they can recall,
It's like their memory's flawed...

I'd like to think I leave a trace,
A footprint here and there,
I'm of this Earth not outer space,
Not someone to beware...
It's true some people have the gall,
To shed no love abroad,
If I don't fly or I don't fall,
It's like the world is bored...

While I'm one of the Human Race,
I've got no chic or flair,
I know that I've seen better days,
But I think life's unfair...
Invisible to one and all,
No wonder I'm ignored!
That's why I need a miracle,
SO HOW ABOUT IT, LORD! ?