The wanderer
through space and time
he wanders on and on
finds a place to settle
calls it home
does calling it,
make it home?
finds peace, finds joy
finds sadness too
finds friend, finds foe
doesnt know if all of it is true
the moment arrives
when he has to depart
and he leaves everything
falling apart
doesn't care about what is left
doesn't look back
his mind clear
he can see only the path
he keeps on walking, all alone
in solitude and in pain
until he reaches a new place
to call home again
paradise found - paradise lost
through space and time
he wanders on and on
1 comment:
have done it all my life.... tranfers write this poem for your life...
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