A Wanderer Passing Through
In bleak and dreary
time and space
I am a wanderer passing through
I ask for nothing
in my travels
but to sojourn here with you
I will not tarry
very long
for there are many miles hence
By horse, by wagon
and by foot
through deserts dry and forests dense
Over mountains
miles high
on places rough where one can slip
Through valleys deep
and hollows dark
no easy passage on this trip
And you are welcome
stranger, friend
to take this journey by my side
For this old weary
vagabond
of loneliness would stem the tide
Whichever way
your choice will go
this traveler shall soon depart
For I must wander
'til I find
that place of rest inside my heart
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2019
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