I am an interloper

I’m just wondering when is one thought of as a local
I’ve lived in my little town for over forty one years but I feel more like a countryside yocal
Need a ‘Chill pill Jilly’ I bet that’s what they think of me “You know her that writes all the poetry, she’s a proper hillbilly”
Yes I realise that forty one years is ancient but my little place has alot of relatives in it each with a similar face
Everybody’s related one way or another either through marraige or from their husband’s Mother

But I am an interloper, I only moved here when I got wed so born and raised at the seaside but shifted to my spouses farmstead
So you see what I mean although I’ve been here for eternity I wilI never be a local coz I haven’t had that paternity
Never-the-less I’ve tried my utmost to be local making many friends along the way and because I am very vocal I always have my say
In all honesty and to tell you the truth I think to be a local one has to live here from a youth

So that rules me out of that equation coz for my childhood I lived at a different destination
From the coastline to the countryside that has been my life
At the age of nineteen when I moved to be a wife
I love my little town it’s full of bustling busyness and it has given me over forty one years of happiness
Tho I don’t own a crystal ball so I can’t see what lies ahead
Chances are I will live in my little town until the day after my deathbed