Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Not all who wander are lost
Even though that's how it seems
They may just be on a journey
To fulfil their lifelong dreams

They've worked most of their lives
But now their time is their own
They no longer have family ties
So they are free to roam

They can travel the world
And see unseen sights
Maybe have a trip to Iceland
To see the wondrous Northern Lights

They might like a trip to Venice
To see the beautiful Bridge of Sighs
Or a trip to Ancient Egypt
To see where Tutankhaman lies

The children have flown the nest
And mum and dad's time is now
It is their time to live life to the full
For as long as their remaining years will allow
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Turner Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 5:49 PM
My kind of wandering, Jenny:) Really nice poem with just a tint of humor:)
Walker Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 5:07 PM
Hi Jenny, This is wonderfully written and so very true. :)
Wolf Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 4:10 PM
A lovely rhyme, Jenny! I go walkabouts all the time, and I'm not even part Aboriginal! I enjoyed this piece very much
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