The Adventures of Life

I am just a gypsy passing through, Minding my own business, how about you? Sitting here, listening to your poor souls, How you were abuse and be used. It is not adventurous at all, I experienced them all. You took me too many places, I just have to look at the expressions on your faces. There is the happy place, Oh, she is full of grace. Her eyes sparkle when it is her turn to tell her story, Even if everybody else think it is boring. Then there is the fierce, angry one, Whose husband had an affair and now she is here to share. How she wasted all her years, being his wife, She could have a better life. Listening to your stories and expressions on your faces, I go to many adventurous places. Where you been and what you become, It makes me feel numb. We do not experienced glamorous days, Like others always. They go to exotic places, white sand beaches, And eating sweet delicious peaches. We are here, experience our journey, Sharing stories, some are sad and some are boring. But at least, we can collaborate, What it feels to have an adventures’ life, Even if is not what we strive.