The Wanderer
The Wanderer
He wanders along on a path, of his own choosing
Seeking the wisdom to all life's winning and losing
He ambles along free, without a worry, not a care at all
His quest, though a simple one, now he cannot recall
A man of solstice, the only life he has ever known
This life is his, the only path his mind can condone
Always travels light, warm clothing to still the nights chill
A way to lay his head, a bed on the road, this is his life still
Set up a fire, to heat his sup and warm his travel weary bones
Rest by the dancing light, shadows creep into darkness alone
He stares into the fire, the cracking eases his very soul
Flames dance, the kaleidoscope mesmerizing him whole
Waking to the dawn of a new morn, the chill of a morning dew
Shivering, yawning, rubbing his eyes from last nights reside
Packing up what few belongings he cares to own
Reading for another day of solemn travels alone
He stays away from where people may mill about
As he ambles along his lonely, solemn walkabout
Another day, with Mother Earth, his one and only companion
Travelling aimlessly through mountain sides and canyons
Some distant memories, days long ago haunt him from time to time
Thoughts of a different life, faint and fleeting, lost in a paradigm
Seems so surreal, unsure of all these memories can be really true
Perhaps just a vivid lost dream, where imagination and reality skew
He walks his path, till he can walk no more
He walks this still, no other life to explore
He walks, nothing left for him to inspire
He walks till his life breath will soon expire
Some people speak of this lonely wandering man
Some people wonder, where his wandering began
Some people say, no longer he wanders, deaths chill
Some people pray, to this very day, he wanders still
Some people exclaimed, a wasted life, such a fool was he
Some people in awe and reverence, said he was truly free
Some people say, our lives, full of stress, hurried day by day
Some people wish, they could learn to be like him, in some way
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2019
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