A Voyager
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
No pantry full of food but a few things
I cannot take them in time of ending
A great beyond that’s life everlasting
We come and go even of short notice
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
Good time, pleasures and everything
Being too attached with those things
I cannot take them in time of ending
Abode of the blessed is everything
Carry a light load for our readiness
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
I could’ve wished anything amazing
I could ever have all the fancy things
I cannot take them in time of ending
And so a homeless soul is besetting
Hanging onto my hat, quiescence--
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
I cannot take them in time of ending
10.23.16
Special thanks to Fr. Frank Mihalic, SVD
Copyright © Moon Flower | Year Posted 2016
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