With him i have nothing in common to share
And that of me he feels the same i am all too aware
Whenever we meet we have little to say
Except good morning or good evening or hello or good day.
He is a good person in every way
Works hard for to support his wife and his children and his taxes he does pay
Yet he does have little in common with me
And we look at life one might say differently
His views on life are quite different to mine
And with the town's aspirational he wine and dine
Amongst the social climbing class he is well known
Perhaps of that one can say to each their own
Sometimes i do see him in the park or the street
Just a hello in passing whenever we meet
So little in common we do have to share
In the World we live in such things are not rare.