From Where I Drift
From where I drift from my old home, the roads
And places that I roam, I stay at peace.
Never can a word of a soul release
My care for the dirt, not even those loads.
Bumping along the sweet country, railroads
Adjoin the scene of beauty that won’t cease.
The sun shines through the window marked with grease,
I wish I could rehash these episodes.
My hair, oh, what a sad color of gray,
It’s no longer pretty, but rather thin.
I mourn that I waited till now, I lay
Immovable from my bed, yet I grin.
In spite of present hopes I will still pray,
To The One above who made life begin.
Copyright © Morgan Kramer | Year Posted 2017