Feeling like a stranger
A stranger in a strange land
My native country
As I observe the news
Can seem a country of others
Is it a madness?
When I speak my truth
Do they say I don’t belong?
Would they have me gone?
And I wonder at times
Will the time come
I will agree
And find myself in a country
No longer mine
Might I feel more at home
In a country of some different others?
Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”
Thank you, Christine
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Premonitions of exile?
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