Drifter
Being free, the fun felt good
Clouded, altered, a long way from home
Hoofed on many roads chosen
And- all about places known
From which to go onward, and roam
Being a drifter, wandering by foot
After all these past years yonder
Still remembering old times wander
Copyright © Daniel Miltz | Year Posted 2017
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